The Coffee Pot

Rico listened as the coffee pot puffed and huffed. Water heated and ran through the intricate system that made modern life possible. He loved that sound.

As the coffee pot went about its work, Rico sat at his computer and prepared to do his work.  Code, formatting, pictures and content would rule his day.  His days had been long and rough lately.  Shifting priorities and unwavering deadlines collided to make the new year one he wanted over already.  He opened the score of programs he would have to use and begged the coffee pot to finish its work.  He hated being up before the sun.

Tired, he checked his email and saw far too many things he did not to be included on.  He mumbled.

The coffee pot clicked.  The brew was done.  If he could have, Rico would have leaped to the air, clicked his heels together and screamed, “woohoo” to the sky above.  But he could not.  No coffee and all that.  Instead he rose from his seat, and meandered to the coffee pot.  He filled his mug while staring at his phone.  The glowing rectangle kept him awake.  Content he had enough in the mug, he walked back to his desk.

At long last, a whole 30 minutes after waking up, coffee was in hand.  With what energy he had, he raised the mug to his lips and felt complete disappointment as he tasted what had filled his cup.

He smacked his lips, disgusted.

“Forgot the beans,” he said.  He pushed away from his desk and restarted the process.

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