Sunday, September 21, 2008
A no coffee morning
I'm addicted to coffee. There are certainly other vehicles for caffeine, but coffee works best for me. Less extreme than injecting it, less sugar than a Coke. I've been told by a former boss, "I don't care when you show up, but DO NOT come to work without coffee again". Now that our fair city has a Starbucks, I can get fueled up easily, even when we're out of coffee or dairy.
I'm comfortable with my addiction. As they go, this one isn't so bad. Today, however, I had no time for coffee. Got up late, didn't sleep well thanks to our wildlife-intolerant dog, needed to go to church. So no cute hair, no coffee. Bad decision. Was groggy all through church, although I did get my errands done. Made a pot of coffee as soon as I got home and I've had one cup. It's not enough.
The Boy gets up and asks how I am. "Fine" I say. "Fine?" he asks worriedly. I don't get this. Why is it a bad thing to be "fine". As George Carlin said "no superlatives, nothing to gossip about". I can't be Little EY Sunshine every day and I especially can't do that when I'm tired and have had my coffee late. So if you get a "fine" out of me, take it and be happy. Don't continue the interrogation. "Really, fine, is that it?" "Well, I'm actually kinda tired and I didn't have coffee this morning" "OH" he says, offended that he's encountered me in this state. I fully admit that I'm not pleasant to deal with under the above circumstances. But I don't go rant and rave about it. If I'm asleep, don't wake me up. If you do and I'm crabby, hey, you woke ME up and you did so at your peril. If you think I'm irritable, leave me alone, don't poke at me with a stick. If I'm watching football, uh, ditto. That was the next question I got. "Why are you watching Oakland and Buffalo? You don't even like either of those teams." "It's the only game on. We don't get a noon Fox game today." "That's never stopped you before" (Huh? Stopped me from what? Watching a game between teams I don't particularly like? Well, yes, you're right.)
I don't get it. But then, the later I have coffee, the longer it takes to work. I could have dreamed all this.....See, this is why a no coffee morning is bad for EY
I'm comfortable with my addiction. As they go, this one isn't so bad. Today, however, I had no time for coffee. Got up late, didn't sleep well thanks to our wildlife-intolerant dog, needed to go to church. So no cute hair, no coffee. Bad decision. Was groggy all through church, although I did get my errands done. Made a pot of coffee as soon as I got home and I've had one cup. It's not enough.
The Boy gets up and asks how I am. "Fine" I say. "Fine?" he asks worriedly. I don't get this. Why is it a bad thing to be "fine". As George Carlin said "no superlatives, nothing to gossip about". I can't be Little EY Sunshine every day and I especially can't do that when I'm tired and have had my coffee late. So if you get a "fine" out of me, take it and be happy. Don't continue the interrogation. "Really, fine, is that it?" "Well, I'm actually kinda tired and I didn't have coffee this morning" "OH" he says, offended that he's encountered me in this state. I fully admit that I'm not pleasant to deal with under the above circumstances. But I don't go rant and rave about it. If I'm asleep, don't wake me up. If you do and I'm crabby, hey, you woke ME up and you did so at your peril. If you think I'm irritable, leave me alone, don't poke at me with a stick. If I'm watching football, uh, ditto. That was the next question I got. "Why are you watching Oakland and Buffalo? You don't even like either of those teams." "It's the only game on. We don't get a noon Fox game today." "That's never stopped you before" (Huh? Stopped me from what? Watching a game between teams I don't particularly like? Well, yes, you're right.)
I don't get it. But then, the later I have coffee, the longer it takes to work. I could have dreamed all this.....See, this is why a no coffee morning is bad for EY
