This morning, I had 3 consecutive cups of coffee. Not on purpose, it just sort of ... happened that way. I had the usual 'hard time' getting up this morning. (I could have SWORN it was Saturday, thank God my internal lightbulb was screwed in tightly and working properly, alerting me that, no, my alarm was NOT kidding.) So I was purposely late for work, going out of the way for a little cup of pep in my step. Then, I got to work, and had to go to a "support meeting", which, by the way, included the announcement of my promotion. WHAT UPPPPP SENIOR VISUAL!!!! This meeting, of course, included coffee. Three very full Box O' Joe awaited me. And boy did I hit that coffee hard.
Continuing this quickly escalating journey to incredibly jittery hands, working 50,000 miles a minute, and talking so fast, even I didn't know what I was saying, I was fed one last cup of coffee. Now, I KNEW that I probably shouldn't drink it, but why not? It's like when you're at a party, or at the bar, and you KNOW you shouldn't be drinking the drink that's in your hand. You're always way too hammered. But you're in the zone, so you just do it because it's already happening anyways. This cup was based purely on the fact that I was nice enough to buy coffee for someone else the other day. Little did I know, that last cup was going to send me into coffee coma. I was losin' it. I was ready to hop a fence and start sprinting to Wyoming.
I don't think it would be out of line to say that someone might have slipped a speedball into one of my cups of coffee, but I won't jump to any conclusions. All I know is that I gotta get my coffee maker back. I haven't felt this good in a looong time.....pre post-coffee crash.
So ... congrats to me on being promoted to Senior Visual.
Now who wants to buy me a cup of coffee? Or 12....
Listen to this:
