Lately I’ve been noticing that the pittance of spending money I allow myself has been dwindling at a speedier rate than usual. I took a close look at my spending and quickly spotted the culprit: coffee breaks. Having recently changed job, I also moved from a floor with coffee service to a floor with no coffee service, just two kettles . That are never full, by the way. I strongly believe that I am the only person who fills and sets the kettles to boil after emptying them; sometimes I fill them while waiting for the microwave, just because I’m there. The odds make me positive that someday I will walk in just as a full kettle is boiling. The moral of this tangent: If you have kettles at work, go fill them, right now, even if you don’t need boiling water.
Back on track, I went from an endless stream of caffeine to my measly stash of teas. Four kinds: chai, green with lemon, white blueberry and some other fruity herbal thing. Ohhh, how I wish I had not left my sister all that tea I received as a Starbucks employee when I moved away. It is also a social thing amongst my new co-workers, this ‘going for a coffee’ thing. I want to fit in, I guess I need to join them; in those instances I generally get something pretty simple, coffee, tea with honey. Pretty harmless, but buying a beverage all the same. By myself is a whole other story.
Three pm rolls around, I’m starting to get the three pm ‘itis’ so I slink away from my desk, fidget away the 17 floor elevator ride, which is really 16 floors because there is no 13, but I can save how stupid I find that for another day. I start wandering around the concourse level, attempting to jolt myself out of the mid-afternoon funk, thinking “Window shop, window shop, window shop.” Holt Renfrew, William Ashley, Indigo…cookbooks, magazines….then nothing. I zone out, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of a five and a half foot high marble slab asking the barista for soy to put in my sugar-free-caramel-Americano, wondering where my subway change went.
The walk home that evening is a fair trek, a coffee would be nice. Out comes the card…
This week I decided to myself that there would be no coffee buying, that I was not, in fact, too good for self-steeped tea in a ceramic mug. I am not. I would like to save the, *don’t read this, mom* $30+ I spend just on coffee each week. But Saturday did not really work out, we took the dog to the park, it was chilly, a coffee was almost necessary for warmth. Same for Sunday. On Monday, it was decided that if my husband bought me a coffee, it was not the same as buying it for myself. Tuesday, I was having a bad day, and then the second coffee, well that was just because it was the second of the month. Today I forgot my breakfast at home.
My name is Mallory and I am pathetic, weak-willed, and currently drinking a schmancy coffee.