Suzie Shooter

Day off? Check.
Coffee? Check.
Muffin? Check.
Beautiful sunny day outside? *closes curtains and opens epic fantasy WIP on laptop*

Also, I'm guessing water pissing out of the bottom of my filter coffee percolator near the cable isn't a good thing? Farewell faithful friend, you have served me well through many years of caffeine fuelled filth.

Bad things: only remembering you've run out of coffee upon arrival at work.
Good things: finding colleague's stash of Lyon's coffee bags and pinching one. Crisis averted. *g*

Went 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.