First Fruits
This morning at work I went to the coffee pot and filled my clear travel mug up to the brim. I couldn't wait to have my third good, steaming, strong cup of joe to start my morning off right.
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It looked like weak tea.
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If this had been my 4th cup of morning coffee, I would have gone completely postal, and heads would have rolled at the library! Luckily, I was still pretty groggy.
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Let me back up--
We get Pete's Coffee here, and most people know how to brew it correctly. And most of the time the coffee tastes pretty good. It's just every once in a while that it just isn't right.
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After nearly 3 years at my job, and at the sunset of my second to last week here, I found out that my two closest colleagues are the ones who unabashadly take 'first fruits,' and RUIN the rest of the pot.
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What's worse is that they [b]DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE DOING SOMETHING WRONG[/b]
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Tell me, how could I have not noticed this for three long years? How could I have neglected to pass on my former barrista knowledge to people that have become like a family to me? How could I have overlooked their overwhelming flaws for so long?
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[i]What have I done to deserve this?[/i]
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The pain and guilt are overwhelming.