C is for Coffee, It Good Enough for Me

I enjoy drinking coffee. After a brief period as an undergrad of habitually overdosing and then going cold turkey over the summer to counteract, I conceded the psychological addiction but limit my intake to prevent a physical one - I don't like getting a caffeine headache if I don't drink it. What that means in practice is that during the week, I have a single cup of coffee before I leave for work. Approximately once per week if I am really lagging, I allow myself a second cup after I get in to the office.

Our building, in its attempts to retain and attract tenants in a depressed office market, has been updating the 100+-year-old building slightly. The latest amenity is a new lounge on our floor with couches, a couple tables, a microwave... and a free coffee machine.

Part of the way I enforce my limit is that I have to go out of the building and buy a second cup of coffee. It's just enough inconvenience that I have to feel like I want/need to do it rather than just being available. So... I am going to pretend that this free coffee machine doesn't exist.