Countless lattes later…

…I am still in the office, on a Friday evening, getting all my little ducks in a row for the big conference next week. Don’t cry for me though, the conference happens to be in Boca Raton, so it’s not like I can claim hardship or anything. But it’s Friday and I am still at work at nearly 8pm and I have so much stuff sitting here waiting for my attention that I’ll have to come in tomorrow too…waaaa.

Once I get all this crap together though my job is pretty much done. Aside from overseeing it all to making sure other people don’t fuck up my carefully constructed plans, I can sail through the next week with relative ease. It’ll be long hours and fake smiles, but at least I’ll have a vodka in my hand and warm breezes on my cheek.

Ciao darlings. Blog at you later–like, half way through the NCAA tourney since I won’t be back in town until after the first and second rounds are over.

You know it’s a good day when…

…you get to use the brand new Starbucks card, that was graciously given to you yesterday, while on your way into work this morning.

…you realize that, upon registering said Starbucks on their webiste and subsequently fishing out all the old cards hanging out in your desk drawers and then registering them too, you actually have $9 additional dollars to spend on lattes. Woo!

…you get to be the one to tell the president of your comapany that he won a $10 bet he made with someone — being the bearer of good news so rocks.

…you taste that leftover lasagna you made for Valentine’s day dinner a full week later because you were the smart one who froze it into individual portions for later consumption.

…the most brilliant happy hour spot for tonight comes to mind and so blows your first idea out of the water.

…you only spent 6 minutes doing something with your hair this morning and it actually turned out presentable.

Ok let’s be honest here, I could have stopped at the first one and known it was a good day. Free coffee makes everything better.

I think

I think today is a Gingerbread Latte kind of day
I think I blame that on Elliot in the Morning for talking about it all freaking morning
I think I can justify the high cost of said latte knowing that proceeds will go to the children’s charity, Starlight Foundation
I think I’ll feel better about myself for buying coffee to help the children
I think children should have more coffee
I think I might be rambling
I think D-Mac should hurry the hell up and get here so he can run out for coffee

~UPDATE~
I think I am going to cry

D-mac went out for coffee before I had a chance to put in an order AND an early meeting prevents me from running out to get my own. DAMNIT. Doesn’t it suck when you have the taste of a nice espresso beverage in your mouth and you get stuck with drip coffee and coffeemate? [tears]

~UPDATE 2.0~
I think I love D-mac

The morning meeting is over and what did D-mac do? The mac-iest thing he could — he went out to Starbuck’s and came back to surprise* me with a Gingerbread Latte. I am shaking from all the caffeine now, but sated. Oh so sated.

*This is key. Suprise. Had he asked if I wanted him to go out and get me something, I would have said “No, thank you. I am fine.” I am a big fan of initiative and surprise.

Dear Starbucks,

I shouldn’t have to re-heat my coffee in the microwave after having only two sips. Seriously. I (and I think I speak for many) like it when my coffee is barely drinkable for the first 5-10 minutes. Normally I have this problem out in the ‘burbs and I suppose it’s understandable, what with the wussified soccer moms and congressmen’s wives and all. But a downtown, Metro, centrally-located Starbucks that does close to as much business as a Wal-Mart the day after Thanksgiving? That milk should be piping hot! On fire! It should scorch my esophagus if I were dumb enough to gulp it down right away.

I’m just sayin’.

Sincerely,
BabyBanana

Who’s caffeinated, who? who?

For those of you who don’t know me, I have a confession. I cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save my life. I can bake, I can cook, I can ride a bike. But I cannot make good coffee. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it’s impatience? laziness? I don’t know, it’s been a mystery to me for quite some time and I have resigned myself to drinking the drip coffee we have in the office or going out for expensive, foamless lattes at convenient little coffee shops (foamless unless I am at Murky Coffee in Arlington, where one can find an espresso beverage topped with the tastiest foam in the area). That is, until now. A very generous person has sent to me (as a belated birthday gift), one of the very best inventions known to mankind. It is the Gevalia Kaffe Pod Brewer. You get little single-serve packets of coffee wrapped in their own little filters to place in a cute little compartment in a Kaffe-For-One-Brewer. Press a button and *viola*, coffee! Good coffee. Good coffee that I can make all on my own. For real, I am not lying. God bless the inventors for thinking of me and people like me, that are somehow inept when it comes to a recipe of coffee grounds+water. God bless the person who thought to give it to me. You are too generous and I should not accept your gift except that it landed on my door step and I opened it and squealed with delight and now I have used it to caffeinate myself this very morning. So I seriously doubt I could get a way with repacking a used coffee maker and an box of Kaffe Pods that just happens to be missing one or two packets, then sending it back to the manufacturer and being confident that the gift giver would be fully refunded. So instead, I thank you.

NO!

Um, why is my office trying to pass off INSTANT FOLGERS as actual coffee? This is not acceptable.

We have coffee maker troubles on a semi-regular basis. And when this happens I always lament to the powers that be that they should be forced to go out and get us all Starbuck’s. I mean it just makes sense in terms of productivity, right? So today, the coffee maker’s on the fritz and I walk into the kitchen…what is there in place of the large, 64 gallon urn? A large spoon sitting next to a jar of INSTANT COFFEE. Ew. No. I refuse. to. drink. IT. I wonder if I put splenda in a cup of creamer I would get the same effect? It’s got to be more drinkable.

Orange food

I had mashed butternut squash for breakfast today. Jen would be proud.Well I had coffee and then the squash. Coffee first, then the squash. GAWD! I mean, who eats their breakfast squash with coffee? C’mon. Let’s get real people.

Sweet nectar of the gods

Coffee, I am talking about coffee. Yum. I love coffee. I love coffeehouse coffee even more. And I am not sure if you can put Starbucks into the coffeehouse category (considering their megaconglomorate status) but I do love a latte and on most mornings (afternoons, evenings) I don’t care where I get it.Although, now that I’ve said that I must also say that I love the coffee at Common Grounds. A LOT. It’s my new favorite place to get a cup of joe. Not that I drink it like Joe would, cuz I seriously doubt he’d be getting a non-fat latte, but who knows…maybe Joe is a metrosexual.