I ♥ coffee. And I know I’m not the only one, but SO MUCH do I love a good cup of coffee that I try to drink only the awesome good stuff, like this brew. And this ardent love also means that I don’t have coffee every day (gasp, I know!) because it really is such a treat. Or at least it used to be.
Usually, I do my bringing-home-the-bacon from an office located on the outskirts of the city. This was the shortest commute for which I was qualified. (Qualified for what, you ask? Well, I am still figuring that out.) But for the past few weeks, my boss has got me working deep in the downtown jungle, in a client’s office. The commute is not as hellacious as some, but there are still days where I feel a bit sorry for myself – until I start wondering if my boss is trying to re-locate me into unemployment. But let’s not go there.
So what do I find deep in the downtown jungle – to the left, to the right, and across the street? Coffee shops! Good ones! Fair-trade-I-can-still-pretend-I’m-virtuous ones! I was walking back from one of them just a short while ago, when I remembered myself and my new treat mentality.
I can be so easily influenced. But, now that I’m finished this latest cup, back in the saddle I go. No coffee until I sort things out with my subconscious!
