coffee death

At my new job, there is a coffeemaker.

Now, you may read that statement and hear excitement. It’s a logical conclusion. I love coffee.

The thing is, this is no ordinary coffeemaker. It’s more like a coffee machine. Single-cup brewing. When the screen flashes full sentences at you, it ceases to be an ordinary coffeemaker. And when it comes to me and technology, well . . .

I decided to do something smart. I asked for help. From a super sweet receptionist. It’s funny how putting on a suit and a cute pair of heels can make me bolder. Somehow I wasn’t afraid of looking like an idiot. Somehow I was okay with admitting my fear of breaking the beast of a coffee machine.

She showed me how to use it. And success. For three days, I made two cups a day without incident.

And then. (more…)

by the grave

Whew. My week has been . . . insane. Hence the lack of a post yesterday. I spent most of the day driving to and from a mechanic and dealing with some intense car drama.

Here’s the short version: Luna (my beloved ’07 Nissan Versa hatchback) was damaged by a mechanic. In February, he put the wrong transmission fluid in her, and in September she started having some problems. Which got worse until we barely made it back from TN last weekend.

In any case, my baby needs a new transmission. Technically. the mechanic is liable but we really didn’t want to go the legal route. After hours of back-and-forth, we ended up getting a little money from him, but don’t be surprised if you see a “save Luna” campaign. Thankfully, I’m starting work on Monday, so my first paycheck will go to make sure Luna comes back to me healthy.

It kills me to think of Luna being injured, so let’s move on to happier topics. Like graveyards. (more…)