…but I missed you today. OK, I did have half a cup at 10:30am, but since I had been up since 6am for an 11 hour meeting, it was rather late considering I was awake for 4 and a half uncaffeinated hours. Horrors! I think I’ve mentioned on here that I wasn’t a coffee drinker until 2001 when I started working in this one particular office. I didn’t even drink coffee the whole 5 years I was living in the Northwest, nor any of the years that I went to college or grad school. Say wha?? How did I…what the… I know. Unthinkable, right? Especially living in Washington and Oregon, hello!
But here’s a funny thing. Coffee machines have gotten really fancy since the last office I worked at had their little Mr. Coffee maker in the kitchen which started my addiction to coffee in the first place. I remember when I started a month long on-site freelance gig at Oxygen Media, I waddled over to the kitchen with my mug on the first day (I was 7 months pregnant with Claudine) only to stop in my tracks when I was faced with a choice of 3 massively huge coffee makers. No no, these were machines. Huge. With lots and lots of buttons. Like what was I supposed to do with these things? I stood there for about a minute, staring, then turned around and walked back to my desk, coffee-less. I think I went coffee-less for a few days before asking someone to show me how to use the big scary machines. Why so long, you ask? I don’t know. Maybe because people would then know I was a freelancer and the new person around the office, or they’d judge me because I was about to drink a cup of coffee, but was clearly hugely pregnant. You know, stupid stuff that was just compounded by pregnancy brain.
When I left the house this morning without any coffee, I figured that the facilities I was headed to would be catered with breakfast. I was right, but resting on the kitchenette counter was a coffee maker…but where was the pot with freshly brewed coffee? *@%#& I don’t freaking know how to use this single serve coffee maker!
As you know, I keep a very late bedtime of around 2am and then wake up around 7:30 or 8 each morning. Having to leave the house so early this morning required some major adjusting of my schedule and it was disorienting to walk to the subway in the dark. When I got off the train at Bryant Park 35 minutes later the sun was just starting to rise. I had 10 minutes to spare, so I sat in the park for little while (oh, by the way guys, they are already starting to set up all the booths for the Bryant Park Holiday Market, gah! It’s not even Halloween yet!). I had my camera with me but I didn’t take pictures. I just liked sitting there in that dusty light watching the city emerge from darkness. Even at that hour, the streets and sidewalks were buzzing with people on their way to work. It’s not that I particularly love midtown, but that right there, at that moment in the middle of all that morning activity, made me feel alive. I rather enjoyed the whole ritual of “going to work”. As long as it’s only once in a while.