No, not Nick. Me.
So today I was all excited because I managed not to sign the time sheet where the director is supposed to sign -- I did that last week; very embarrassing -- so I thought I'd celebrate with some coffee.
I do like coffee. Gretchen bought me my own can and some powdered Creamola to take to work. I still need to get a coffee maker for my office. I'm actually thinking of getting an electric kettle and a simple drip coffee maker, maybe something like this.
So I grab my can of coffee and trot up to the break room. There I dose out the more-or-less proper amount of coffee and water and flip the switch. While I wait for the brew to finish, um, brewing, I scope out the cartoon clipping posted on the staff corkboard because hey, they're new to me. (Ha! Oh that Cathy!)
When I hear the coffee pot gurgling I turn around and OH MY DOG! I didn't close the lid of the machine and there's aborted coffee and grounds everywhere!
Luckily, I know how to clean up a coffee machine disaster. But still, what a dork!
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Update: I also left the pot on all weekend.
The coffee maker I got this weekend works better than I'd dreamed! The plastic cone fits perfectly over my oversized coffee mug. I hadn't realized that the box came with #4 coffee filters (I have #2 here at work, which I think will work just fine for smaller brews). And I can use my electric kettle to keep the glass coffee pot warm -- it fits inside it like it was made to!
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