Like most offices, rather than the world revolving around the sun, the office revolves around a coffee pot. I honestly quit the stuff at work cold turkey because the kind here is gross. Also, it cut some calories out of my day. Even still, coffee often effects my life here at the front desk, usually in good ways.
Whenever Tamra Compton comes to visit the office, she brings me a Soy Green Tea Latte, and I always reply “Thanks a latte!” She’s sweet, and the green, frothy goodness in that magnificent Starbucks cup doesn’t hurt either.
One of my coworkers named John(one of the cool ones) wrote a poem a while back about being overlooked during a coffee run. He is a big fan of my fridge poems and rhyming memos, so he expressed his feelings as a poem. He found it in his inbox and sent it to me last week:
I sit here in my meeting
But the coffee doesn’t flow
Oh what I wouldn’t give
For a hot cup o’ joe
Drinking something warm
Makes my tummy smile
Oh I wish there was a Starbucks
Closer than a mile
Was waiting for the day
When someone says “I feel ya”
Enaged in my meeting
And in walks Shelia
2 large cups in hand
So happy I would be
If she made any eye contact
Woulda known that one’s for me
But she handed one to Ruth
Quickly turned and looked away
Walked out with her own cup
Maybe I’ll get coffee some other day
Today, I am more restless and grumpy than usual. We can blame my hormones and the fact that I don’t get coffee breaks anymore to exercise and walk. Earlier today, John walked by my desk and said he had been at the office since 7:30 that morning. Eeew. I made a joke about him needing a yummy coffee, and he told me he purchased bagels and coffee from Dunkin Donuts for an all-day meeting. Then he offered me some! He brought me a coffee, with two splendas and one half-and-half. I said thanks by creating a fridge-poem-like parody of his poem:
John Recovers From Coffee Trauma
A sequel/parody to “So Cold”
I sit here at the front desk,
kind of sleepy and alone.
Oh what I wouldn’t give,
for a distraction from the phone.
Drinking something warm,
would make my tummy smile.
Oh I wish I could go away to Starbucks,
for a while!
I was waiting for the day,
when someone says “Yo, what’s going on?”
Engaged in phones and busywork,
I see my buddy John.
He’d been here since seven thirty,
which is trauma worthy of tequila,
on top of previous suffering,
from the coffee-hoarding Sheila.
He quickly offered me a coffee,
with two one creamer and two Splendas,
His caffeine and kindness motivated me,
to get back to my agenda.
You gotta love coffee-fueled, office shenanigans.