Cocoa

Walked into third floor kitchen - no hot chocolate powder.

Climbed downstairs to second floor.

Walked into second floor kitchen - found hot chocolate.

Second floor coffee tepid - made sludge with hot chocolate in cup, but did not create drinkable drink.

Dumped out chocolate-and-coffee slop.

Rinsed mug.

Made fresh carafe of coffee on second floor.

Put fresh hot chocolate powder into mug.

Climbed stairs to third floor kitchen.

Coffee pot empty.

Made fresh coffee on third floor. 

Waited.

Finally got hot coffee to mix with cocoa powder to create morning mocha.

Realized kitchen held no spoons to stir for optimized mocha-y goodness.

And that's how I ended up stirring my coffee with my Zen Garden rake.

All The Difference

I'm wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday.

"Ew!" you must have said. "Sunny, that's gross."

Well, don't judge. You haven't walked in my shoes.**1

Let me explain.

Today started out almost exactly like yesterday:

I woke up a little early. I rolled over, assessed the clock with one bleary eye open, and then rolled back to mash my nose into Boyfriend of Amazingness's armpit and catch a few extra Zzz's before the alarm clock rang.**2

When the alarm clock finally did make itself known, I dutifully ignored ignored it - mashing down the snooze button half a dozen times before actually admitting that it was time to get out of bed.

I showered. I brushed my teeth. I got dressed in my darkest jeans, my purplest tank and my only button-up shirt. I accessorized with my favorite "statement necklace" - a pendant that Boyfriend of Amazingness chose for one of my dance performances - and did my hair.

The only difference between Monday and Tuesday was the hairstyle: Monday was a power bun. Tuesday was pigtails.

Which is why, today, I can say with absolute certainty that hairstyles do make all the difference.

Yesterday was an exercize in futility. I arrived at work fifteen minutes early, only to fritter away half an hour chatting with one of my favorite coworkers about our weekends.I had a very positive report to give, and received a positive report in return, and much giggling commenced. But I was still late to start my day.

I poured my cup of coffee and scampered back to my desk. I sat down in my chair, set down my cup of coffee, and reached for the pile of invoices that were to take up my earliest morning working hours.

Which is when all hell broke loose.

An entire cup of coffee (mixed with a packet of hot cocoa mix, for optimum stickiness) decided to burst free of the confines of my mug and leap joyously into my lap for a snuggle.

Which would have been fine, except that it was 8:30 in the morning and I don't enjoy feeling like I peed myself.

Today, I successfully drank a full cup of coffee and didn't even drip any on the side of my mug.

I wore the same outfit all through my workday**3 and I got lots of stuff done and I didn't even have to go to my icky morning meeting.

I had an amazing lunch of leftovers from last night's amazing dinner that Boyfriend of Amazingness made.

I'm injury free, except for the one bonk to the hip that I got when I didn't quite clear my corner around the print room table.

I'm even managing to get a little dancing in.

Today has been a much brighter day.

**1 You'd love it if you did, though. They're all orthotic-y and delightfully full of squidge.

**2 I know. It's weird. We both wonder why I do it.

**3 I can say that safely now. If I spill something, I can go home without shame. I've worked almost 8 hours, and am confident that there will be enough overtime in the rest of my week to cover whatever I may need this afternoon.

Coffee, Coffee Everywhere...

There is coffee everywhere.

Like... everywhere.

Today is not my favorite.

Nothing Tastes Like Vacation...

Dear Sunny,

Of course your coffee tastes different this morning. Please let me point out the reasons:

1.) You're drinking office swill. Nothing delightful EVER burbled, oozed or dripped out of an office coffee pot... except maybe some rare radioactive office-coffee-pot-dwelling beetle that made you a scone to go with your drink.

2.) Offices are disgustingly anti-good-times. Therefore, the Irish creme to which you grew so accustomed in your morning cuppa is nowhere to be found. And that's probably for the best... One must have all of ones wits about them in order to handle coworkers in a frenzied state of OHMYGODSHE'SBACK.

3.) Vacation coffee isn't just anti-office and pro-booze. It's also flavored with freedom.

Welcome back, love.

Sunny

Back to Our Roots

Hey there, ReaderFriends!

When I started this blog, I called it 'Dear EngineerFriend'. And... it wasn't a blog. It was a series of mini mis-adventures that I posted through my favorite social networking site as they happened during my workdays. And recently, I've had a lot of these moments. I thought perhaps we'd take a sojourn back to our humble beginnings as I try my hand at a few new snippets to share.

I hope you enjoy the fruits of my last few days' pain!

Sparkles,

Sunny

Just One More Service I Offer...

Sunny: Hello?

CoWorker: Umm... Hi...

S: Is everything okay?

CW: Yeah, I'm just expecting a call...

S: Would you like me to page you when it comes in?

CW: No, I think it might come to my direct line...

S: Oh? So you're staying at your desk. Is there anything I can help with there?

CW: Well... I kinda... Shit. I really want a cup of coffee.

Deja-Vu

Dear EngineerFriend:

Proudly declaring your position in the Department of Redundancy Department is not a commendable action... Nor is is an accomplishment worthy of the self-commendation and joy sparkling on your face.

It mostly just makes me go "Argh." 

And roll my eyes,

Respectfully As You Deserve (RaYD),

Sunny