Nocturnal Office Etiquette.
Tour d’Torpor is once again playing in Milwaukee. I’ve been pretty successful at being out of town for our anniversary, my wife’s birthday and Valentine’s Day the past few years, and I did it once again yesterday. As usual, I’ll save one or two of my little airplane snacks for her, and everything will be cool. Won’t it.
I worked late last night at my client’s, alone, and barely restrained myself from prowling people’s desks in search of Valentine candy stashes. Caffeine was a problem, however, as I was locked in, and there are no Starbuck’s within strolling distance anyway. So, I went to the lunchroom and pulled one of my more dastardly tricks: I set up the drip coffee machine as if to make a full pot of coffee, but when the lifegiving elixir started streaming, I caught the first 5 ounces in my cup, then let the watery remainder collect in the pot. I anticipate several requests from the night crew for a more expensive brand of coffee over the next few days.
