I am the Coffee Man. Koo-koo-ka-jook.
When I arrive at work at 6, I move my little magnetic button over to show I’m in, toss out two-day-old output from the printer, hit the printer warm-up button, then go in and get my computer set up and booting.
Then I make coffee.
I drain the four carafes. I swap out all the FRIDAY stickers for MONDAY. I replace the paper towel under the coffee maker. I set up a filter with each carafe’s flavor, and start the Vanilla Nut one (since that’s what I drink).
From my office, I can hear the coffee maker go beep when … well, it’s actually still making coffee at that point, but it’s a reminder in a few minutes to go and swap out carafes and filters and start up the next one.
By the time the fourth pot is done, my Vanilla Nut is down about 2/3 (mostly me), so I start up another batch of that.
It’s a pretty low-population floor — those four carafes will get mostly consumed over the course of the day, without much further attention.
I have no idea if anyone has noticed that a Brewing Fairy has alighted on this floor, or how it was all handled before, or by whom. But I feel a great sense of fulfillment, as well as assurance that there is coffee available for myself (as well, as, secondarily, others).