Today a nightmare happened – I didn’t have time to make coffee before work. Gasp, shudder, tears! all the tears!
Basically like this, but with less dancing:
Without a little personality-in-a-cup to supply some joy, the morning stretched on and on. No coffee morning’s are the worst, and the free tea in the office is not a satisfactory substitute. It’s not awful just because I’m a caffeine junkie. Or because I did not go to bed at a decent time, so the fact that I woke up at all is a miraculous achievement.
Coffee equals sanity. It allows for brief moments of me time before diving back into the detail focused office atmosphere.
But on my lunch break, I made some coffee, and now my insides feel like this: