« on: February 13, 2014, 02:12:52 am »
Coffee grinds in the sink again. We have a drip machine with a reusable filter so it’s a really fine grind that you can’t get rid of just by dumping the filter. Sometimes someone will dump them in the sink (we don’t have a garbage disposal) and they’ll get caught in the fine metal mesh drain protector. The little grinds jam themselves between the wires and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get them loose. The sink doesn’t drain well until you do.
I grab a stack of post it notes from my desk and put one on the cabinet directly above the sink. “COFFEE GRINDS GO HERE -->” it points to the right. I make seven more post it notes with arrows pointing to the right. The line terminates above the garbage. “HERE \/” the final note reads.
I haven’t slept in weeks and I have no idea why. I’ve tried eliminating blue light right before bed, I’ve tried associating the bed with sleep only, I’ve tried a hot shower before bed, I’ve tried giving up booze, I’ve tried giving up caffeine. None of them worked so I just started them all back up again.
I need milk for my cereal. The fridge has a note on it. “MAKE SURE THE DOOR IS CLOSED” it reads. Sound advice. I’ll close the fridge door when you put the coffee grinds in the garbage, motherfucker. When you don’t sleep enough nothing tastes right. I’m not sure if my cereal is Ultra Fiber Colon Fuck or Sugar Blasted Frosty Wangs. The milk is bad for all I know. The milk is water for all I know.
I don’t have time to clean the coffee maker and make a fresh pot before my double shift so I hope my shower will do the trick. I don’t bother shaving. A wad of greasy black hair greets me all tangled up in the drain. I don’t have time to get another post it note so I just scream out “CLEAR THE FUCKING SHOWER DRAIN” and hope he hears me. I’ll write the note later. Tomorrow. Next Sunday.
Flecks of flossed out tooth gunk are plastered onto the bathroom mirror. I comb my hair through them as fast as I can.
The bus is going to be at the stop in fifteen minutes. The walk there takes five minutes. The bus is either five minutes early or five minutes late every day. I throw on my work clothes and rush to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a granola bar.
There’s a note above the sink. “COFFEE GRINDS GO HERE -->” and a line of similar notes lead to the garbage. I must have left the grinds in the sink again.
I’ll put my coffee grinds in the garbage when you start closing the fridge door, motherfucker.