This morning was my first time opening the office by myself. I was a bit nervous. What if my key jammed in the lock again? What if I had a hard time disarming the alarm system? What if I couldn't get the safe open?
Well, the opening went really well, except for one thing I would never have thought to worry about:
First person in the office has to prepare coffee for staff and guests (yes, free GOOD coffee is another perk here!).
When I make coffee in an automatic machine, I take these steps:
-put water in machine;
-put empty carafe on burner;
-put filter in basket;
-put coffee in filter;
-install basket in machine;
-turn on machine
Well, our machine here is, well, not one whose operation I am familiar with.
I put water in the machine. So far, so good, right?
I didn't realise that putting water in the machine would start it.
Hot water began to pour out.
I placed a carafe on the burner only to realise that I was being pelted by jets of hot water, not a stream, and they weren't hitting the carafe.
With no way (that I know of) to stop the hot water, I held the carafe up to the source of the hot water and jammed styrofoam cups under it to hold it.
While waiting for the carafe to collect all the water, I mopped up the flood.
That done, I put a filter in the basket, put coffee in the basket, and put the filter in the machine.
Then I filled the carafe with water and poured the water in the machine.
Can you see where I'm going with this?
Yup, I should have placed the second, empty, carafe, under the basket.
Because the machine was now raining coffee. At least, it was in a steady stream, not several jets. In the nano seconds before I managed to get a carafe under the stream, there was enough time for a river of coffee to escape, run down the side of the machine, traverse the whole width of the table, and drip down to make a nice puddle on the floor.
I mopped up really well, had my first cup of (much needed) joe, and got to endure quite a few pokes about the smell of burnt coffee (from what had accumulated on the hot burner) in the office all morning.
Maybe I should have my first cup of coffee at home the mornings I open the office!
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."