Sometimes,
the very nicest moment of the day is that one where, having navigated my way
through the morning traffic, found a parking spot and negotiated my way through
the tricky security systems of our little office building, I’ve nipped into the
kitchenette, clicked on the kettle and am waiting to taste that very first cup
of coffee of the day.
Modern
life, even one as simply structured as mine is by comparison to the madness
others describe to me, is all about those little routines, the basic
superstructure of a day which holds things together.
As the
kettle boils away to itself, I will head off down the corridor, unlock the
office, switch on the lights and open the shutters. Then I will adjust the
blinds so that they are “just so” and I am able to experience the daylight but
not feel that I am under observation. After that I will unpack my lunch from
out of my bag, plug in the old portable teffalone to charge it up, and check it
for any overnight emails before attempting to launch the rinky-dinky computer
in order to get it up and running for my latest day in the wacky world of being
something closely resembling a “designer”.
Once all
of the passwords are tappity-tapped (usually twice – somehow it always
objects to my first attempt), I will launch the more vital of the software packages and only then
will I pick up my huge mug – long (and not very interesting) story - and take it, as well as the
most currently active of the jars of coffee, along to the kitchen to rinse it
out.
By then
the kettle will be almost boiled and so, once I’ve tracked down a spoon, the
coffee will go into the cup and I will explore the fridge in the hope that
someone hasn’t swiped our milk overnight and, with any luck, add a dollop of it
to the coffee in my mug and wait for that oh-so-satisfying click of the kettle,
and that sweet pour with the most revitalizing of aromas.
After
that, it is just a swift stroll
back to my desk, being careful not to leave the jar in any of the public areas
from where it might get filched, and I can sit down to take that first sip of
the morning which finally means that the day has truly begun.
Sometimes
you really do have to just take a moment to wake up and smell the coffee.
I've got that exact huge mug too. I can't remember where it came from. Where did it come from?
ReplyDeleteIt was a "freebie" that came with some "sporty" stuff that was ordered online - not by me, I hasten to add...
Delete...and as to where it came from, I really don't have a clue... Perhaps some kind of vague clue in the design of it might have helped with that...?
DeleteI'll put the kettle on.
ReplyDelete