Number of carafes of coffee made or set up by me this morning: 7
Number of carafes of coffee of my preferred flavor made by me this morning: 3
Number of cups of coffee of my preferred flavor drunk by me this morning: 1
Number of times I’ve gone into the kitchen to find the carafes with my preferred flavor of coffee is completely empty: 2
I am getting sorely tempted to bring a coffee maker from home and put it in my office and make my own damned coffee. Then if it’s empty I have nobody to blame but myself.
Major hit by the law of diminishing returns! We’ve got access to a nifty one-cup maker at work and even a one-cup espresso maker. Keeps the domestic peace better.
I still recall with amusement the complaints I got when I worked as a guard at a Fuji Film distribution plant. I did not make the coffee and somebody complained about that. I asked him to show me where in my job description that was listed. No return comment and I never heard another complaint from anybody (if I don’t drink it, I won’t make it–at that site, I brought my own thermos of espresso).
You’ll never win on this one, alas.
*Sigh* welcome to my world….
I was so upset when the company decreed that we could not have our own makers at our desks…and made us use the breakroom urns.
Such. Bad. Coffee.
Not only did the get a bad coffee supplier (Brothers), but they got a foul type (Kona…GAH!). I curse them every morning that I have to make a new pot 3 or 4 times.
Actually, our office coffee is good. I just resent the laggards and scum who leave the frelling coffee carafes empty! Empty! GAAAH!