Rough Morning

In the words of the ever-so-fabulous Puss in Boots..."I hate Mondays."

So, my morning started a full hour earlier than usual. Why? Probably because I'm a total slacker and didn't finish my homework last night. In my defense, the majority of my afternoon/evening was taken up by the SuperBowl. I don't really care about football; yesterday's game was the first I've watched in a few years. It was still a lot of fun, though, because it was a really good game. I watched it with a bunch of Albanians, who know absolutely nothing about American football (though they quickly caught on that there are A LOT of rules), so I spent a good amount of time explaining why certain things were called the way they were, and what would happen if and when, etc. etc. etc. I lost my voice screaming at the Steeler's quarterback. I could not figure out why he was hesitating so long. I don't think I've ever seen a quarterback get sacked so many times in one game...

Anyway, back to my original point. I did not finish my homework, so I disturbed my own sleep by worrying about it. When I looked at my clock and found that it was 4:07 a.m. I figured that I wouldn't be getting any more sleep anyway. So I got up and got to work an hour early. Fortunately I was able to finish my homework before my shift started at 6 a.m. Class was good--I think I probably already mentioned that my professor seems to have repented of his crazy ways and there is actually some learning going on now. But then I got back to work and was bombarded with stupid questions (not that that's surprising, tis the season for such things after all).

It probably would have been less annoying if I had had my coffee, but the coffee maker that I usually use is out of order for some reason. Not a big deal because there are several others on this floor of the building. So, I go to the other one down the hall and put a pot on to brew. I come back 30 seconds later and someone has taken the pot out from under the filter and is trying to pour themselves a cup while the coffee brews away without anything to catch it. Seriously? How do you NOT notice that the coffee is still brewing? I understand that the pots are not clear, but honestly? When you pull it off the warmer, how are you not immediately aware of the stream of hot liquid that should be going into that pot in your hand? And the really messed up thing is that my department shares the floor with the tech department--these people are supposed to be the geniuses that my company hires to keep our systems and our Web site running as smoothly as possible.

Apparently common sense is not necessarily included in the "genius" requirement.