Something big’s going to happen today. Wait. Continue reading morning coffee // What Happened on October Ninth
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen. Continue reading morning coffee // What Happened on October 9th
I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.
It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything. Continue reading morning coffee // The Man at My Desk
I don’t mean to complain. I’m not complaining. I’m not a complainer, per se, but I’ve been the only team member to consistently show up to work for over three weeks. Continue reading morning coffee // Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly
Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think. Continue reading morning coffee // My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me
I burned Bill today.
“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.