My Morning Was Just Fine, How about Yours?
On Thursdays I work at ten o’clock am, which means—if I want eight hours of sleep, which, when don’t I?—I need to get to bed by one o’clock am. No problem.
Except I couldn’t sleep last night. Like, I tossed and turned and turned and tossed and, the sleep, IT DID NOT COME. Every hour I took breaks to check Twitter, blip songs, and ping the entire online world with updates on how awake and unhappy I was. And then I went back to tossing and turning. Until FOUR IN THE FREAKING MORNING OMG.
At nine this morning my alarm (i.e., my iPhone) went off. I apparently slept through seven minutes of that racket without twitching, although it did invade the dream I was having and eventually woke me up.
I somehow got up, got dressed, and got to the bus stop. Took the bus a few blocks. Got off, stopped in at Beans & Brews for a mochaccino and a scone to go, walked the four blocks to work.
There are a few things you need to know about Beans & Brews.
- Beans & Brews is a local Starbucks-like franchise coffeeshop chain, with seventeen locations, all in Salt Lake and Utah counties.
- Beans & Brews coffee is served boiling hot.
- Beans & Brews cardboard sleeves are the thinnest I have ever seen. Far too thin to protect your hand from the heat radiating from the boiling liquid. Like, PRAYER would be more effective than a Beans & Brews cardboard coffee cup sleeve.
- Beans & Brews coffee cup lids have tiny little sipping holes that are apparently specially designed for maximum ballistic efficiency. Beans & Brews lid + boiling Beans & Brews coffee + a normal walking pace = searing gobs of coffee and foam in your face, on your clothes and all over your belongings. Guaranteed!
- Beans & Brews pastry bags are so fragile that if you happen to drop your pastry while, say, juggling an iPhone, sunglasses and a lava-hot, foam-spitting cup of coffee, when you bend down to pick up the bag the paper will neatly split in two, depositing your scone on the filthy pavement.
Needless to say, I was not in a good mood when I finally made it to work. My hands and face were dotted with red boiling-coffee welts, my bag was covered in tan mochaccino foam, my scone (and its traitorous paper bag) was in a garbage can at the entrance to a municipal building, and I was so, so, SO TIRED. Also, fifteen minutes late. And I hate being late.
But the worst was when I got into work and discovered that, surprise! I wasn’t scheduled to come in this morning at all. Suck on THAT, me!
Since I did manage to suck down the majority of the boiling mochaccino, I’m blogging instead of going back to bed. I got enough of the fruitless tossing and turning last night/early this morning, thank you very much. Still not sure why I couldn’t sleep last night—I didn’t take any allergy medication, and the only coffee I had yesterday was a latte at lunch. It must have been the caffeine from the handfuls of bittersweet chocolate I ate yesterday evening, which wouldn’t usually have been a problem, but apparently I need to make a new rule: no chocolate after 3pm. God. My life, it is so hard.
