Thursday Throw Out
Its Thursday. I am sick of my work week. It has been a long time my friends. Here is a little something I think I might call Ember Burning. I stand here staring at my quarter cup of coffee with tears pouring down my face. Who knew the Office coffeemaker would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. But the fact someone left just enough coffee in the bottom of the pot to not have to make more, just seems like a metaphor for my life at this point. Angrily, I fill the coffee filter, as I watch the questionably cloudy water fill the pot in the nearby break room sink. All I wanted was some coffee to get me through another dreary day of mindless questions and typing. Instead I got a tiny shot of luke-warm disappointment, and more work to do. Kevin, one of the office coffee fiends enters the room with a cheerful grin. It’s not natural for a person to be that happy at seven forty-five in the morning. When I notice that his cup is half full, I know it is him that probably left ...