Yesterday morning I had a meeting at Panera and I ordered an iced coffee. I haven't been drinking coffee recently and the reason is twofold.
First, thanks to Dunkin' Donuts' irresistible summer promotion, every single morning from April 20th through June 20th I treated myself to a large iced coffee with a double shot of caramel, cream, and sugar. I thought it might be a good idea to take a little break from beginning my day with a giant cup of sugar.
Second, I had a bottle of Chips Ahoy flavored creamer in the fridge that I planned to reserve for weekends only. I decided Sunday morning that I'd love nothing more than a nice hot mug of coffee and I pulled the creamer out of the fridge only to discover there was about a tablespoon left.
Evidently someone had been drinking the creamer and also drizzling it on the occasional bowl of ice cream.
I won't name names, but there's only two people who live here and it was not me.
So, I got a big cup of iced coffee yesterday and I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't had coffee in a few weeks, or that Panera includes some sort of illegal substance in their beverages, but by the time I arrived at the office at 1:30, I was KEYED UP.
I share an office with one of the attorneys I work with because my life is very glamorous.
Speaking of glamorous offices, Matt's company moved to a new office downtown and this is his view.
His company occupies ten stories in the building and on the first level they have their VERY OWN BISTRO.
Do you know what's on the first floor of my building?
Anyway, by about 3:30 my energy and I had shredded seven boxes of paper, jammed the copy machine, sent about forty six emails, re-recorded my voicemail greeting, and checked the mailbox four times.
I also responded to my emails out loud by talking to my computer, which is fine when I work from home but I guess it wasn't pleasant for my office mate because when we were packing up our laptops I said to him, "I just wish that for one day, ONE DAY, I could say what I really think."
And he said, "Let me know what day that is, I might want to take off."
I thought I'd calmed down by last evening, but when we were making dinner I heard Matt say something about Alex and the last names of the feuding families in Romeo and Juliet and I said, "ALEX? WHAT DOES ALEX HAVE TO DO WITH ROMEO AND JULIET? WHAT WAS ROMEO'S LAST NAME ANYWAY? I CAN'T REMEMBER. AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ALEX AND WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO DO WITH SHAKESPEARE?"
Because I thought he was talking about my brother's wife, Alex.
And then I saw Jeopardy was on TV.
And I proceeded to laugh because the host's name isn't Alex it's ALEC.
Matt and I like to have World News Tonight on while we get dinner ready, partly because we like to be caught up on all current events and partly because Matt loves to call David Muir "David MEEEE-UIR."
After David Meeeeeuir was over tonight, I heard, "...and now, here is the host of Jeopardy, Alex Trebek."
With an X.
I glanced at Matt but didn't say anything in case he hadn't heard, but he smiled with satisfaction and said, "You know, I was pretty sure last night that it was Alex, not Alec. But I didn't think it was a good night to debate it."
He was right about both things.
Tomorrow, I'll be drinking herbal tea.