Food of the Gods
Caffeine, it’s the food of the gods. At least, in this case, it’s the food of angels anyway. When the coffee machine breaks in the office, people all around the world start getting away with shit they wouldn’t normally. A couple of months ago the espresso function broke, and Italy still hasn’t recovered.
So today, when they told us they were going to start stocking the machines with decaf there was nearly a full-scale revolt. Apparently, the higher-ups are a tad concerned about the office caffeine dependency; and despite the literal magic that generates the coffee, they’re concerned about the fact that when supply drops, morality across the world is in jeopardy.
Naturally, people are grumbling, and some of my colleagues are talking about going on strike. No one believes them though; you don’t become a guardian angel by putting yourself first.
Ah well, I’m sure we’ll all get used to the decaf thing, the same way we all got used to having our appraisals case-by-case instead of annually, and the cubicles.
We get these little upsets every now and then. Despite their omniscience, those in charge do seem to change their minds often. All part of the plan I suppose. Still, if you wait around for a couple of centuries things usually change back again.
Can’t you guys just pop down to Earth to get some Starbucks?
Rules and regs means we’re limited as to when and where we can go on excursions. There’s a lovely Italian boot shop that I tend to visit with my shore-leave.
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