My New Job Duty

I wasn't going to complain about work anymore. But...

Last week due to a series of events, the one club that this office has found itself without a contact person. This week, a new person starts and wants to join the club. Oh wait, no contact person? Whatever shall we do? I know! Let's ask Suki.

Let's face it. I don't know anything about coffee. At one point in my life, I liked the smell of it in the grocery store. Then it got to be overbearing. Now it's just gross. My last job required me to occassionally make coffee and also offer it to clients who came in. It was there that I learned what black coffee meant.

Despite my lack of coffee knowledge, I acquired the coffee club. I guess it was because I didn't outright say no. So what does this mean? It means I get to collect dues every month and make sure the supplies don't run out. Maybe Larry will still be awesome and purchase the supplies (yeah, because I don't have a Costco membership either). (BTW, Larry really does rock. He wears shorts in the winter and is always happy. He really wanted to make sure that I got my Christmas present from him and his wife.)

How does this relate in any way to my job? If the club wants to continue, the point person should be a club member. This isn't an office thing. Anyone from the office can join, but a club is a club. And even if you want to pick someone outside the club (because you can still use the supplies, you just have to pay per cup so it's usually more beneficial to join the club), wouldn't it be smarter to pick a coffee drinker?

Consolation: It's a few more months. Just a few more months. (Yes, it's something like a mantra for me.)