Hey everyone...

It seems that my question tonight is one that probably most of the fine folks out there have had to contend with in one form or another.  Either at home, at work, or just about any place where folks can get together and share a little time with one another.  This is really a simple question, but one that no one seems to be able to give a logical answer too.  So, perhaps someone out there can share a word of wisdom with me that will help me deal with my perplexing situation.  Then again....

At the magical kindom that I am currently employed at we operate a business that basically runs 24/7.  There is always someone there manning the ship and keeping the machine running...in one form or another.  Of course, I have the dubious pleasure of working the night shift.  The graveyard shift, midnight shift, vampire hours...please insert your own name or description here at your leisure.  Sure, it has some pros, but it also has plenty of cons to go along with it.  Anyway, as the time approaches for me to begin my night of laborious rituals I tend to gravitate towards the oh so friendly coffee machine that we have in our shop.  I am sure that many places have the same set up as we do...a kitty of loose change and singles thrown into a cup for dues of the everyday coffee consumers to provide a means to keep our supply ahead of our demand.  So, we have our usual drinkers, myself included of course, and we have our basic rules to be a part of this club that range from paying those minimal dues, keeping things clean and locked up when we are not there.  For some reason though, the biggest one of all never seems to be obliged. 

How simple could it be? 

If you drink the last of the coffee, as a courtesy to others please make a fresh pot, pa-lease!  Well, sure enough tonight I will go in and there will be a small collection of co-workers huddled around the Bunn, waiting for the last savory drop to fall.  All the while they will be looking like a pack of vultures waiting for that animal to finally stop kicking so they can unleash their full wrath upon it.  Similar visual there, perhaps not as graphic though.  Never-the-less, I will approach the site of the drinking frenzy only to discover there will be just enough brew in the pot to make the bottom of my cup damp.  "Oh, we didn't drink the last of it...why should I have to make more...wha wha wha".  Three scoops, ten cups of water, fresh filter....it's not Chernobyl.

So does anyone else have a beef when they find just enough cereal in the box to warrant not being thrown away.  "Because there was still some left...I didn't eat the last of it"...so on and so on.  "Oh, there was plenty of milk left in the jug".  "Why is there a box of cookies in here and there is only one cookie left"?   Or, there's still coffee in the bottom of the carafe..."we left some for you so you wouldn't have to make any".  Yeah, right.

Silly question.  Silly me.

Okay, I'm off to the salt mine to make me a fresh batch of joe.

mmmm-mmmmm!

I hope everyone has a super-de-duper night!