Déjà Vu
Time Warner is the Devil

Hey there TWC,

Next time you feel like coming up in my grill and turning off my internet, my connection to not only THE WORLD, but my connection to the payer of the buck — please call me in advance and shoot me a holler. I was 74% away from having my last video, my last bit of work for the day, upload when they came all up in my stuff and cut my connection.

Now I’m living like a lost soul in a fish bowl searching the town for areas that will let me sit for long periods of time to edit my videos. That also means that I need to carefully spend the remaining $5 to my name since I gotta go in and purchase something during my long sit.

Now I am leaving my five hours at Arabica and throwing away my five hour old coffee.

Looks like iced coffee was the way to go.

ONWARD…..

A: Crack Cocaine.

What in the love of coffee buzz do they put in this? Ladies (and gents.) if you are in need of a serious pick me up, and by serious I mean a two drink hit and quit, order you some Dunkin’ iced coffee crack - then go run a marathon.

A: Crack Cocaine.

What in the love of coffee buzz do they put in this? Ladies (and gents.) if you are in need of a serious pick me up, and by serious I mean a two drink hit and quit, order you some Dunkin’ iced coffee crack - then go run a marathon.

Blonde Moment

I had a brilliant idea this morning that coffee should “totally deliver!” Then sometime later, I remembered the invention of the coffee pot and that I owned one. Bummer.

Sometimes brunettes have blonde moments too.

Zombie Employee Wednesday!

I hit snooze on the alarm and dread being awake. I reflect on my zombie like image in the mirror (YUK!) and count the few ways I can get out of work. I’m not going to get out of work, but keeping a running list of options is promising. These internal excuses are becoming routine.

I piss, shower, dry off and slowly drag my ass into the closet to pick something to wear. I’d rather stay home and wear nothing at all—frolic around in thee nude.

I have 30 minutes to get dressed and enter work on time. 

Grrrr….!!!

Clothed, I pour my coffee, feed the fish (Bloops!) and head out the door. In my head, I’m still trying to conjure up a story regarding an illness or my life that will send me back up the stairs into my bed and not down the road at my desk. I cannot remember the last time I wanted to be at my desk. I think I need something new to motivate me.

In order to alter my extreme ho-hum mood, I opt for a nice purple sweater, blue jeans, heals and left the hoodie, sports tee and shoes at home. My hope is that the exterior will fake my interior. (No such luck!)

I had slight intentions of getting a few things done while on the clock, but that faded as the day progressed. My lunch dragged and was uneventful. In fact, I hardly even took one at all. I didn’t feel like driving anywhere, didn’t feel like reading, didn’t feel like playing on the computer or even on my phone. I just didn’t feel like doing lunch at all.

As part of my role in this market and advertising world, I am one part “communications coordinator” and one part “copy writer.” I want no part of either today. The lack of inspiration has left me unable to press release on Black History Month in Akron or create copy that will inspire the elderly to join a gym.

What I want to do, and am going to do, is stare at the computer monitor until these jobs fade away and become tomorrows business. Somewhere between brunch and 3:00 p.m. I lost my will to care. I’m not sure if it’s a half way there Wednesday thing or the need for a new challenge. Blasted zombie wednesday! 

I’ve been a bad employee today! 

Down With The Coffee Ground

Before I leave work each morning I stop at my lovely coffee pot and mix myself up a little caffeine treat. I don’t leave it black – Yuk. I pour in two sugar substitutes and my delightful creamer of choice; white mocha, you are the bomb; hazelnut, you are a fantastic taste; chocolate cream, you are always a winner in my book; gingerbread, you are a holiday delight; Honey flavor, you rock my world.

I was never really a coffee person until I was visiting family in Maine and was in dire need of keeping thy peepers open. My uncle poured me a steaming hot cup of coffee and added his creamer of choice. It was love at first taste. Hazelnut. Oh, how you complete me.

Coffee – this week I needed you and you were there for me. You gave me the push I needed on Monday, kept my eyes open on Tuesday and became my motivational rock on Wednesday. It’s the simple things in life. Thank you dear friend.