The Universe Is Laughing At Me

They are back. The terrible, lip-shredding, nearly impossible-to-lock, crappy, bane of my coffee-drinking existence lids.

Boo.

On a happier note, we are back on Coffee-Mate brand non dairy creamer. The no-brand stuff we had makes the not good work coffee an exercise in gag reflex control. It probably won't last, but I'll take my wins where I can get them.

Pointless Update on Stupid Things

Fantastic news! We have dome lids again. Which have a tendency to leak a bit if not put on just right. They aren't the same dome lids we had before, but it's still an improvement over the lip-shredding ones.

Who says Mondays suck?

The Stupid Thing That Is Annoying Me Today

It's the coffee cup lids here at work.

We used to have the dome lids:

Then, probably in order to save a few pennies, we switched to these lids:

I hate them. (They aren't the brand pictured over there, so none of this hate is directed at Dixie) The lids are terrible. You are supposed to peel back the tab and lock the little nub into the divot. A divot that has only a passing resemblance to the nub. I have gotten poked in the septum on more than one occasion. Not really one for the "fun" column.

Not only is there the locking issue, but the edges created when you peel back the tab are lethal. I don't have a particularly full lower lip and I still feel like I'm going to have hash marks. Bloody hash marks on my lips. And no, I can't just remove the lid because we aren't allowed to have open containers at our desks. Knowing my luck, I'd take the lid off to get a sip and promptly dump scalding hot coffee all over the place.

Thursday Morning Randomness

I'm always a little suspicious when I wake up on a Thursday and feel refreshed. Thursdays are usually a grind for me. My day starts 2hrs earlier than the rest of the work week but I rarely, if ever, go to bed any earlier Wednesday nights.

This morning my alarm went off and I bolted out of bed. Perhaps it was the sunshiny nature of my bedroom that impelled me into panicked flight across the room to check the time. I blinked in disbelief when I saw that, yes, it was 6:30am and I was not late for work. In fact, I dawdled a fair amount this morning and still managed to get to work 20 minutes early.

Now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Am I going to crash around lunch time? Will I need to mainline coffee just to make it to 5? If today follows this week's pattern, I'm in for a day that time forgot.

Side note: One of my supervisors, the sugar-pusher, brought in rootbeer barrels. It is hard to maintain a limited sugar intake when faced with the candy version of crack! Must. Stay. Strong.

Daily Dose of Crazy

I had a dream last night that I got a $73,000 tax refund. Waking up sucked.

I'm all paranoid that the base my pen pal is at got overrun by Taliban.

I've had three cups of coffee and it isn't even noon.

I parked my new Rabbit next to a coworker's Rabbit. I couldn't resist.

I don't have anything for lunch.

I choked on a Triscuit.

My recliner fell backwards last night - with me in it. And there was a witness.

I'm going to a buffet for the first time since changing my eating/exercise habits. I'm a little concerned at my control.

A Not Very Exciting Post

Ever wake up in the morning when it's still dark out and just start crying because you're so fucking tired? OK, that didn't happen to me today, but while I was driving to work my steering wheel was so cold it hurt my poor little fingers. Unfortunately for me, I only had glove liners in the pocket of my ski jacket. As you can probably imagine, they didn't do much against the 18 degree cold. I decided to treat myself by stopping at Starbucks. Nothing like stupid expensive coffee to soothe the soul. I ordered an espresso truffle. It is in some indefinable way different than a traditional mocha, but the only real difference I noticed was in the price. Maybe the chocolate taste had a bit more depth, but other than that, I really just paid more for a grande truffle than I would have for a venti mocha.

That's it, I got nothing else. Sorry.