My coffee! Mybeautiful Coffee!!!

Well, they took away the automatic coffee machine from Nestle that does Lattes and Mochas and stuff. I guess it wasn't living up to its potential and, though we had bonded and shared many a conversation, it's gone on to bigger and better things. It barely even said goodbye... one day, I woke up, drove into work, and got coffee... that afternoon, it was gone.

Not even a note...

I liked being able to go in and push its buttons and make it react. It gave that same rush my kids get when they can work daddy up into a tizzy by leaving cut up bits of paper all over the carpet. It was my outlet, my friend, my confidante.

And now, there's a new coffee machine on the floor. It's a Keurig, makes little cups of coffee (no latte goodness to be found), and I think I shall name it Helga. Helga doesn't ask for much: Put in a little sealed cup of SOMETHING (which I shall refer to as "Schrodinger's coffee" because it's just as likely to be coffee as not) and hit a button, and Helga will deign to give you coffee.

Change is rough... I have to move on, I know, but it's going to take me a while to get over my last coffee maker... it made me feel things in a new way... it gave me free lattes... it...

[sip]

Hey, this is pretty good. I think I can make this work. I can change! I can change for Helga!

Maybe it'll work this time, I can change!