Last night I was reading a bit of a thriller and I decided that, even though it was late, I would read one more chapter before going to sleep. Only to discover who the killer was at the end of it. With 80 pages to go! I decided to soldier on and I made it another 5 minutes before I fell asleep on top of the book.
Thus neglecting to turn on my alarm clock.
Which caused me to wake up 15 minutes before I had to leave for work.
And it wasn't such a good morning for me on top of that, what with my allergies laying siege to my head. They stormed my upper sinuses! They shoved tube socks in my nostrils! And bags of chicken feathers were lodged in my ear canals!
So I arrived at the Pod late, stuffy, pony-tailed, bleary-eyed, and slightly grumpy.
And there, sitting on my desk was a hot chocolate. Like manna from heaven. Or, like Dr. J doing a Starbucks run. But a miracle all the same.
I lament sometimes that the Pod doesn't have any real characters. There's no Chiquita. There's no Doc (will there ever be another Doc?) In my opinion all the best work environments have crazy people. (I regret that this blog started at the end of my run at the school district. That place was LITTERED with crazy people. You would not believe half the stories. It's a good thing I've written most of them down and will eventually publish them in my memoirs under the chapter heading of "PRAISE!!" And Other Things I Heard Yelled at a Computer Screen.) So there's no one there who will tell me to put raw bacon on my chest for a cough and none of them seem particularly interested in my plans for the Fortress of Solitude. But it can't be all bad if occasionally there's hot chocolate on my desk.