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Coffee and Muffins
Jul. 2nd, 2003 03:10 pmTo take a break from some hard-core slacking, I wandered over to the cafeteria a few minutes ago to get some overpriced coffee and still-overpriced-even-at-2-for-the-price-of-1 baked goods. The line was kind of long, but I decided to sit through it because I was really sick of scouring the section of my bug list that consists mainly of old problems that don't occur anymore.
At the time I finished ordering, there were two drinks in the queue ahead of me... and by the time I eventually got my drink I'd already eaten most of my baked goods. The coffee person had to open a new bag of coffee beans, and a new cannister of soy milk for the drinks ahead of me, and a new carton of actual milk for my drink -- there must have been a dozen people waiting before even the first of the two drinks was served. It all looked like periodic tasks happening to converge coincidentally, though.
No one waiting for drinks was with anyone, but I was able to listen to the two people working (one making coffee, the other taking orders) chatting about work conditions, and how lazy the other employees were, and how they had to hold down second jobs, but their manager wouldn't let them coordinate the schedules, and so on.
Walking back to the office, I ran into this guy from my group who used to work in the office next to mine, until my habit of constantly running music (sometimes at rather high volume) and occasionally screaming and cursing at the computer drove him to the far side of the building. We're on reasonably good terms, so I wasn't *too* annoyed when he held the door open for me for an embarassingly long time. But I felt obligated not to waste the effort, so I tried to strike up a conversation.
"So... just getting in?" I asked, since he was carrying a dufflebag and looked to have come from a long distance.
"No, I was at the gym. I have to work out with a physical therapist for my shoulder, every day at 1:30, and I figured it was such a nice day today, why not walk?"
It was a nice day. And going to the gym is certainly a worthier cause than getting coffee and muffins. Sigh. Why am I always jealous of people for doing things I'd hate?
At the time I finished ordering, there were two drinks in the queue ahead of me... and by the time I eventually got my drink I'd already eaten most of my baked goods. The coffee person had to open a new bag of coffee beans, and a new cannister of soy milk for the drinks ahead of me, and a new carton of actual milk for my drink -- there must have been a dozen people waiting before even the first of the two drinks was served. It all looked like periodic tasks happening to converge coincidentally, though.
No one waiting for drinks was with anyone, but I was able to listen to the two people working (one making coffee, the other taking orders) chatting about work conditions, and how lazy the other employees were, and how they had to hold down second jobs, but their manager wouldn't let them coordinate the schedules, and so on.
Walking back to the office, I ran into this guy from my group who used to work in the office next to mine, until my habit of constantly running music (sometimes at rather high volume) and occasionally screaming and cursing at the computer drove him to the far side of the building. We're on reasonably good terms, so I wasn't *too* annoyed when he held the door open for me for an embarassingly long time. But I felt obligated not to waste the effort, so I tried to strike up a conversation.
"So... just getting in?" I asked, since he was carrying a dufflebag and looked to have come from a long distance.
"No, I was at the gym. I have to work out with a physical therapist for my shoulder, every day at 1:30, and I figured it was such a nice day today, why not walk?"
It was a nice day. And going to the gym is certainly a worthier cause than getting coffee and muffins. Sigh. Why am I always jealous of people for doing things I'd hate?
