I'm pretty sure that waking up on the wrong side of the bed is for people that run out of hazelnut cream for their coffee. I ran out a day ago, and today is the day when I get more. THAT'S NOT THE POINT! When my coffee maker brews (thank you, Mom) the Columbian dark roast, I try not to burn my tongue when sipping it directly after it has been brewed. However, because I'm trying to get ready for work, I try to move quickly so that I can get to work on time. With the hazelnut cream, my coffee is naturally cool for chugging. So, no, I didn't get my coffee this morning.
My arm was screaming in pain because I slept on it wrong. On top of slipping on a decent outfit, I was trying my hardest not to scream because pins and needles aren't the best feeling to wake up to. Recently, I tried showering before work because I'm just too tired to do anything when I get home. This would, at times, involve me sitting in my metal chair thinking about taking a shower, and falling asleep a few ours later. Showering in the morning helps me wake up in combination with coffee, but I had to deal with the consequences of hitting the snooze alarm for an hour. So, no, I didn't get my shower this morning.
I'm pretty sure that if you're listening to you co-workers talk, you shouldn't comment if you're a grumpy goose. I walked into the secure room of about fifteen people to hear one of the weirdest lines. Basically, one co-worker said something that the other was apparently thinking, so she said, "We have mental telepathy."
If you need time to think about how ridiculous that is, I'll give you a moment.
As I was putting my things away and setting up my computer, I head the comment and I immediately decided to keep my mouth shut. For obvious reasons, you shouldn't be a smartass at work if you're not sure that the recipients of your brand of smartass are on the same page. This was not one of those mornings, so I stayed quiet. What I would have said was, "Is there another kind of telepathy?"
I'm no expert on telepathy or neuroscience, but I can only assume from my years as an X-Men fan that telepathy is only of the mind. Saying that she thought they had 'mental telepathy' is like trying to pretend your a sword swallow artist, but instead of swords, you use pretzels. George Bush anyone? I'm sorry. I still haven't had coffee, but I'm working on it. Happy freaking Friday.
