Getting Cozy at Cosi

Getting to work early for nothing; can’t even get in the damn building without my key card….which is at home.  Awesome. — feeling annoyed.

Yep, that’s how my morning started.  Lovely.  Since it was so early in the morning and my brain wasn’t fully awake, the true consequences of forgetting my “key card” weren’t all apparent to me, yet.  Ah, but it didn’t take long.

It’s snowing this morning; nothing crazy that would call for a federal government delay or anything, but enough that I had to clear off my car and drive slower than usual because nobody knows how to drive on slick pavement (i’m okay with that).  I didn’t exactly prepare for the snow either, because today I’m wearing a dress.  Naturally, I didn’t want my legs to be too, too cold, so I left the house with a long coat on instead of my usual jacket.  No hat. No umbrella. I’m not a wuss!!  A few snow flakes on my head isn’t going to kill me, right?  So, I get to the slug line and, yeah, now i’m irritated that I didn’t have a hat or umbrella while I wait for a car to give me a ride.  That, was stupid mistake #1.  In this I-actually-AM-a-wuss-who-doesn’t-want-to-stand-in-this-snow-shower mental state, I decide it’s a good idea to get in the first car that can get me into town and then i’ll just take the Metro, if I have to.  Welp, L’Enfant Plaza, here I come!  My [warm] happy butt is all bucked in and, oh wait, no key card also means no Metro SmartTrip card because they are together on the same chain. Come on man!!  Now I have to PAY for a paper card and that means an extra $1 for the trip because the Metro doesn’t like paper cards and wants to charge you an extra dollar for it!  I digress…..That was stupid mistake #2.  I’m not doing so hot, and it’s too early for this.

I make it to my office and, since it’s so early, there’s no one around that can actually give me a temporary card for the day.  That would be fine if there was somewhere I could sit in the lobby of the building and wait, but there isn’t.  I have a good 45 minutes before someone does come in so, instead of dwelling on the 1.25 hours that I could be getting paid, I decide to go and get some breakfast because i’ll be damned if I have to endure this pissed-offness without a cup of coffee. Off I go to the Cosi that’s next door.

Sidebar – here’s a little morsel of information about me, i’m one of those ‘your day is what you make of it’/’turn lemons into lemonade’/’there’s always a silver lining’ kinda people because I’ve learned that there is just WAYYYYY too much energy spent on being angry and “ugly” (not physically, just being an ugly-personality person).


Drinking classy coffee – PINKIES UP!

Cosi is practically empty when I walk in which is nice because they have these comfortable-looking cushion arm chairs that I have always wanted to sit in so I could feel like I was in the Monsterpiece Theater with Cookie Monster.  #grownupkid  I am starting to feel better about the morning’s situation as I decide this will be nice to come, relax, get cozy in the armchair, read up on the news without any hurry, eat breakfast, and have a nice coffee.  So I do just that.  🙂

Here’s the setup: two arm chairs next to each other at an angle, storefront window behind me, oblong coffee table in front of me, one regular table chair on the other side of the coffee table; i’m facing the cafe and everybody who walks in and out.  I’m actually loving this alone time, as you can see. (This is the lemons into lemonade part.)

I had already decided that i’m going to sit there until 8 am when I know for sure that someone will be in the office to give me a temporary key card for the day.  So there I am; breakfast done, news absorbed, enjoyed some people watching, and now i’m watching this Pharrell Williams video that someone posted about on FB.

Then….along comes a man, late 40’s maybe?  He pulls out the chair across from me and decides to sit down.  He doesn’t say a word so, in my cheerful voice, I say, ‘GOOD MORNING!’ and I smile.  He doesn’t say anything.  So I go back to watching my video.  He puts down an apple, a newspaper, a red bandanna, a piece of old tissue, and he begins to take off his jacket.  In doing so, he scoots the chair closer to me so it’s right next to me.  Now we’re getting a little TOO cozy.  He leans back to relax and begins eating his apple.  I think, maybe he wants conversation?  So, I ask him how he’s doing.  He doesn’t say anything; he kind of looks at me, but there are no words.  I look back to my phone where i’m watching the video and I see that it’s now 8:06 am.  Oh, great, it’s time to go.  I feel a little guilty leaving him there because i’m sure it seems like a coincidence that he has sat down and now i’m leaving, but I had to leave.  He wasn’t talking to me anyway.  So I gather my things, I get up and I say, “Okay, well have a good one.”  He watches me get up and leave with this “why are you talking to me” look on his face.  No words ever escaped his mouth.  What the heck was that about?  “Look Bub, you sat down at MY table.  There were plenty of other seats in this place for you to sit.  Don’t look at me like i’m the odd one here.”  SHEESH!  I kid, I kid…..

Oh well, maybe i’ll see him again and he’ll say something next time.  Either way, I have decided to continue making my day a good one despite 2 more things going wrong, but who’s counting, and you should, too!  Have a great Wednesday y’all!  🙂


The things I do for work – Part 2

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.  You may or may not be able to tell from my last post that I don’t mind doing little side “jobs” for my boss(es) because at this point in my life at the office, it actually keeps things interesting.  Yesterday was no exception.  

THE OATMEAL INCIDENT:  So, I get a call in the morning from the boss and it goes like this:

Boss: Have you been to the cafeteria yet?
Considering his past requests, this is a new one, so i’m unsure how to respond with anything other than the truth.
Me: Um, yes?
Boss: Oh….I was going to ask if you could get me some oatmeal if you hadn’t gone down yet…..
I’m pretty sure this is still a request to get breakfast for him, so I give in.
Me: I can still get that for you.
Boss: Oh, can you? Great! I can give you some money and then you can take the $1.25 out that I owe you from the soda that you got me yesterday.

I can’t help but smile because, quite frankly, I had already forgotten about the $1.25 and, since there was no additional comment about the soda, that probably means it DIDN’T explode like I thought it would.  So, I mosey into his office, get the money, asked if he wanted a large or small size – he wants small and he adds that he wants a scoop of brown sugar.  Off I go to the cafe.  

As i’m getting his oatmeal a co-worker starts chatting me up.  The conversation wasn’t anything deep, but i’m so ADD that I turn on the autopilot for the oatmeal task and focus on the conversation.  Blah, blah, blah, healthy eating, blah, blah, blah (healthy eating being the topic of lots of conversations in the cafeteria for me, but that’s another post for another day).  In my attempt at multi-tasking, I suddenly realize that I am no longer scooping large spoonfuls of lumpy oatmeal into the small cup.  No, sir, I’ve made it over to the “toppings” section of the cafe where i’m scooping rather large spoonfuls of brown sugar onto the oatmeal.  Once I realized, it was kind of too late.  Conversation – OVER!!  I put down the spoon of brown sugar that I was ready to drop in, and I examined the bowl to decide whether I would toss that one and make a new one or scoop some of the sugar out or just take it to him the way it is.  

To put things in perspective, this is the same man that happened to be making his tea at the same time that I made my coffee and when he saw me put 3 packets of Splenda in my coffee, he about had a heart attack.  “3 packets? WWWWWWOW!  Do you know what that is? Have you heard of the health risks behind using so much of it? How does it make you feel?” and it kind of went on and on as he schooled me on Splenda.  To this day, I only use one packet in my coffee which may or may not have anything to do with the conversation we had and cutting down to one packet didn’t happen overnight.  

Anyway, so to put so much brown sugar in his oatmeal, just made me dread and wonder what kind of lecture I was going to receive.  I didn’t want to waste the oatmeal, so I attempted to scoop some of the brown sugar out before it melted into molasses.  I think I succeeded, somewhat, but this is still definitely way more than he ever uses on a regular basis.  


So, again, i’m troubled with the question, ‘How do I tell him that there might be TOO much sugar in it?’  I hate making mistakes, like anyone else, so it bothered me that I haphazardly made his breakfast.  Oh well.  He’ll either like it or he won’t like it.  I paid for the oatmeal, took out my $1.25 from the change, and made my way upstairs before it got cold.  I told him that I hoped that it wasn’t too much sugar, he thanked me and that was that.  He ended up leaving early because he wasn’t feeling well – hopefully the oversugar’ed oatmeal didn’t have anything to do with that sickening feeling.  *sigh*

And I know what you’re thinking, the answer is no, even if I made it wrong it will not stop him from asking me again in the future.  I’ll just accept my pleasant lecture on how he actually likes it, and make it right the next time.  😉