Still the barrista

So our assistant is back from vacation, all sun tanned and beautiful, but my dumb ssa is still making the coffee.

It's not so much that I mind making it since, as we established last week, I do a better job than the other coffee drinkers here. But the way these losers wander around every morning with empty mugs in hand and mouths hanging open, helpless, until someone else pours the water through the grounds, is enough to make me snap. One nerd in particular likes to wander by, and when he sees the coffee isn't ready, he goes a few aisles away and stands, alone, among the cubes, just waiting.

I'd like to punch every one of then in the teeth. But I wouldn't trade lives with any of them.