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Sep. 3rd, 2002 11:25 amI need new coffee.
More accurately, I need new coffee, from a new coffee pusher.
It's one thing to be awake enough to pry the lid off your cup, add your condiments of choice, and put the lid back on so that the opening is opposite the seam in the paper cup rather than right on it so you end up dribbling all over yourself. That's self preservation more than anything else. But when your victory of the morning is that your coffee cup isn't leaking, that's a sign that you are truly leading a sad little life. (Jeez. I start writing about *coffee* and I can't come up with anything without putting myself down. I *know* I live a sad little life, dammit, that's why I'm coming up with all of this shit about selling off crap)
Back to the point: for those of you who don't reside in this fine little village, there are basically two brands of coffee: Gimme! and Equal Exchange. Gimme! is sadly somewhere out of my way, or at least enough so that I'd need to try thinking on my way to work. Not a great option. They are, however, a local roaster, and the cow-orker who brings in Deep Disco has been able to make me happy with her selection on more than one occasion.
Equal Exchange is really the only other kind of coffee that could be served in multiple places in this town. It's not a local roaster, but it's one of these companies that promises to pay fair amounts of money to South American or any other coffee growers for their product. So it's the socially conscious brand. Trouble is, it's crap. In all honesty, it's on par with Maxwell House or any of the other canned brands you'll find. The one advantage the stuff I get in the morning has to the stuff they serve upstairs in the break room seems to be that it's got a much faster turnaround so that it doesn't get to burn.
The problem is that this is the coffee of choice at the bagel place I usually go to for breakfast. And this is apparently a bagel place where I have become a "regular" in the eyes of the staff, in that by the time I get to the register, there is a large coffee waiting on the counter for me. Don't even need to ask (though I should likely remember this to interrupt just in case I ever want something different).
Of course, this all pales in comparison to another situation seven miles out of my way. I have now been reduced to a cross between saying "Umm... umm..." a whole lot and giggling hysterically.
And no, I will not elaborate.
:)
More accurately, I need new coffee, from a new coffee pusher.
It's one thing to be awake enough to pry the lid off your cup, add your condiments of choice, and put the lid back on so that the opening is opposite the seam in the paper cup rather than right on it so you end up dribbling all over yourself. That's self preservation more than anything else. But when your victory of the morning is that your coffee cup isn't leaking, that's a sign that you are truly leading a sad little life. (Jeez. I start writing about *coffee* and I can't come up with anything without putting myself down. I *know* I live a sad little life, dammit, that's why I'm coming up with all of this shit about selling off crap)
Back to the point: for those of you who don't reside in this fine little village, there are basically two brands of coffee: Gimme! and Equal Exchange. Gimme! is sadly somewhere out of my way, or at least enough so that I'd need to try thinking on my way to work. Not a great option. They are, however, a local roaster, and the cow-orker who brings in Deep Disco has been able to make me happy with her selection on more than one occasion.
Equal Exchange is really the only other kind of coffee that could be served in multiple places in this town. It's not a local roaster, but it's one of these companies that promises to pay fair amounts of money to South American or any other coffee growers for their product. So it's the socially conscious brand. Trouble is, it's crap. In all honesty, it's on par with Maxwell House or any of the other canned brands you'll find. The one advantage the stuff I get in the morning has to the stuff they serve upstairs in the break room seems to be that it's got a much faster turnaround so that it doesn't get to burn.
The problem is that this is the coffee of choice at the bagel place I usually go to for breakfast. And this is apparently a bagel place where I have become a "regular" in the eyes of the staff, in that by the time I get to the register, there is a large coffee waiting on the counter for me. Don't even need to ask (though I should likely remember this to interrupt just in case I ever want something different).
Of course, this all pales in comparison to another situation seven miles out of my way. I have now been reduced to a cross between saying "Umm... umm..." a whole lot and giggling hysterically.
And no, I will not elaborate.
:)
