It’s almost done. The slurping straw can be heard at least 5 cubicles over. I’m going to be the first in line today. The new fucker who sits 3 cubes over got the last cup yesterday morning. By the time the second pot came to brew everyone was finished with their first cup and was coming back for more.
After I started the final pot I just stood there for 5 minutes with book in hand trying to appear as though I wasn’t trying to enforce “the first come, first serve” rule. If things around this office we’re based off “rules of thumb” these fuckers wouldn’t have hands or feet.
I will never make three pots of coffee in one day ever again, unless it involves a pack of cigarettes, hookers and a pile of cocaine, but I don’t do that anymore, either of them.