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I feel sullied and unusual
Jan. 16th, 2007 12:24 pmWent to make the first coffee of the day (vitally important at the best of times, particularly so as I comprise the entire secretarial team today and therefore will be doing demented octopus impressions until 5pm).
No mug. Look in cupboards etc, still no mug. So I use one of the spare ones hanging around and begin fielding the first sixty incoming calls and requests.
Once I eventually find the time to leg it to the kitchen to make a follow-up cup, there's my mug, upside down on the draining board. So for a minute I think I was obviously going bonkers and had just missed it. Until I pick it up.
There is lipstick smeared all round the rim, and tea stains all over the inside. So not only has some bugger used it (fair enough, not really that bothered), but they have given it the most cursory of rinses (if at all) and put it back pretending to be clean.
Yuck, ick, ugh. And grrr, for good measure.
No mug. Look in cupboards etc, still no mug. So I use one of the spare ones hanging around and begin fielding the first sixty incoming calls and requests.
Once I eventually find the time to leg it to the kitchen to make a follow-up cup, there's my mug, upside down on the draining board. So for a minute I think I was obviously going bonkers and had just missed it. Until I pick it up.
There is lipstick smeared all round the rim, and tea stains all over the inside. So not only has some bugger used it (fair enough, not really that bothered), but they have given it the most cursory of rinses (if at all) and put it back pretending to be clean.
Yuck, ick, ugh. And grrr, for good measure.
