Free at last, free at last

well, i did it.

i had my "me, myself and irene" moment where i just snapped.

since i'm doing a lot of writing today, i don't make any effort to curb my coffee consumption. much like the war i wage with slapnuts who leave the water cooler empty, i have to deal with people who take the last cup of coffee and just turn off the machine.

I guess i was feeling belligerent this morning when i got to the coffee machine to find the machine turned off. I made myself a new pot and stuck a post-it note to the front of the machine. it read as follows:

Today's math lesson: turning off machine (not equal sign) new pot of coffee.

so what happens a few minutes ago?

i go to get a cup of coffee, my post-it note is gone and the machine is turned off again, so there's no drinkable coffee.

I, whose soundness of mine is being brought more and more into question, made yet another fresh pot of coffee. Only this time i poured myself a cup and dumped the rest of the pot down the drain.

victory is mine! (except for having to make another pot next time i want coffee)