I’m in the midst of another lousy week. Thank God, there’s nothing truly awful going on - -just the daily stress of deadlines and work dramas. However, I keep telling myself that I work in a cubicle and not a coal mine, so I should quit bitching.
Coal mine or no, I need a break every so often. Since I don’t smoke, I usually spend my precious minutes between assignments taking the stairs to the soda machine on the 7th floor to get my fizzy, ice cold bottle of Diet Coke.
By some miracle, I didn’t require exact change.
So, I popped in my buck fifty (I know: A BUCK FIFTY! Highway robbery!) and waited for the telltale noise.
My delicious caffeine-filled refreshment made its way down the shoot into the bin.
As I reached in to snag my special treat…
A bonus soda!
I think it’s a sign that things are turning around.