It’s awfully nice to have a coffeepot in the office.
I stole one out of the Vickery Center on Friday. There were three coffeepots in there; the one I used regularly, and two others that I used whenever someone else was using the one I used regularly.
Yes, someone else in the center occasionally made coffee. I could have drank it, but I don’t trust it. I drink decaf, and I insist on it being made with good beans and filtered water. Most office coffees are made with Kirkland (a cheap coffee brand found at Costco) and with Scotts Valley tap water (which tastes like it was squeezed through an armpit). So I bought a filter for the office, and until recently I was drinking Safeway Select beans.
One Monday I discovered that one of the weekend classes had used all my beans. They probably didn’t care for the Kirkland stuff either. I don’t blame them, but I did find it annoying that I had to drink Kirkland decaf that day. I took a great deal of comfort in the fact that my unlabeled bag of coffee beans was decaf, and that they likely didn’t know that, and suffered from it. Serves ’em right.
Since I was out of coffee, I just grabbed my 26-ounce can of Trader Joe’s French Roast from home… and realized Saturday morning that I had no more than two espressos’ worth of coffee beans at home. All my coffee was at the office.
And that’s usually the sign that I need to go to the grocery store. I don’t go when I’m out of milk; I don’t go when I’m low on vegetables; I go when I’m out of coffee. Until then, I slowly empty my pantry and think to myself, “Well, at least I have coffee.” But now I can’t think that. Must get more.
I do not have an addiction.