I didn’t have the best of starts to my Monday morning. We have a new coffee machine at work, so thought I would bring in some pods from home to use. I’ve been doing this all last week, and the machine was behaving itself well. That was until this morning, when I used THREE pods and only got, what can only be described as a single shot of coffee, instead of an entire mug.
Pod #1 – Chucked into the pod graveyard (the container in the coffee machine for used pods), without even a drop of water being passed through it.
Pod #2 – Enough to make an Espresso, even though it was not an Espresso pod!
Pod #3 – Went the way of Pod #1… chucked away, without being used. By the machine, may I add, not me!
This has made me very angry. The small amount of coffee has pacified me a little, but I will be returning for more coffee soon, although this time won’t be using the fancy machine that George Clooney advertises.
In better news, I saw Sir David Attenborough trending on Twitter this morning. Whenever I see this, I can’t lie and say that I am not worried. The legend is approaching 91 years of age, after all. It was all good. Sir David will be presenting a new series of The Blue Planet. I love this natural history documentaries, so to hear that another is on its way is very pleasing. I am still awaiting a signed photo of Sir David (see earlier blog), although have received a lovely set of autographs from The Yorkshire Vet staff.
A little update on the coffee machine – I tried it again later in the day (after writing the above). The thing now leaks, and when I say leaks, I mean leaks like that incontinent old woman on Little Britain. Water went everywhere. I must have used half of a huge kitchen roll to clean it up, and given the fact I didn’t do anything to cause the leak (besides have the audacity to use the damn thing to make a cup of coffee), it’ll probably start spilling out water again! I’ve decided that from tomorrow morning, I’ll be going back to the good, old, water boiler. It may taste of lime scale, but it works! Oh, and no, I did not manage to get any coffee from the machine to accompany the leak!
These arrived in the office today. Brings back memories…
A colleague of mine has told me that I have too much on my desk and it is “child-like”. Personally, I don’t think I have enough toys…
I somehow, stupidly, ended up itching my eye. In the process, my contact lens got lost and is somewhere under my eyelid. I’ve spent ages in the work bathroom, trying to find it, but to no avail. I’ll just have to manage with one eye until I get home. I’ve searched the internet for help on how to retrieve a missing contact lens. As well as using solution to flush the thing out, it’s also suggested that a Q-Tip is used. I wasn’t sure what a Q-Tip was, so Googled it. The only results I got were for some rapper. My colleagues were very much bemused when they looked at my computer screen and saw lots of images of a gangster rapper. I eventually found out what a real Q-Tip was – a bit of plastic with a cotton bud stuck to the end. I’ll have to try and recover the lens when I’m home. I will provide an update on if I manage to flush out the lens or simply destroy my eye.
Most people don’t normally encounter problems when putting up their Christmas tree. The worst you’ll get is with the fairy lights, when one has died and they all go; although these days they’re all LED, anyway, so it doesn’t seem to matter.
Last week, I put the tree up in our house. This was a success. Today, the office tree was dragged from a dark, spider-filled cupboard, before being dusted down. We were all given the task of putting the branches together. Unlike the tree at home, the one in the office was white. It was also covered in glitter. This resulted in me getting glitter EVERYWHERE – all over my clothes, all over the desk and all over my face. The photo before doesn’t really do it justice – I can assure you, I was sparkling.
For some reason, none of my other colleagues got glittery, despite some of them doing a lot more work with the tree than I did.
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