Okay, I get that I’m a morning person and accept the fact that I am not in the vast majority of the population with that one. I should make it clear however, I’m not one of these cheery people running amuck spewing sunshine and roses so early in the AM you want to run me over with a truck. In fact, the reason I like the wee hours of the morn’ so much is because I am one of the few people up and about. I like the quiet, the sense of solitude. Yet, in the event I come across another individual during this time, I can at least manage to pull off a level of civility that would make my mother proud. And by the time I arrive at work, coffee in hand, why I’m downright pleasant (Erin, bite your tongue).
So it really cheeses me off when a co-worker comes into the office and I toss off a ‘good morning’ and all I get in reply is a grunt. Now, this is a person that I spend a lot of time in the office with. We work on the same team, hang out and occasionally we’ll do something together outside of the office. It isn’t as if we have an antagonistic relationship that would warrant that type of a greeting in the morning, or any time for that matter. So when I say, ‘Hey, did you go see War of the Worlds last night?’ and all I get back is a grunt? Well my next response is to quell the urge to dump my steaming hot coffee over the wall of my pod and directly into your lap. And yessss…I get that you're moody, Mr. Gemini, but quite frankly I don’t care whether or not you’re a morning person or a night owl - grunting is caveman speak buddy and the least you can do is form a sound that has a few more vowels and consonants in it!
Then, as if that weren’t enough, I leave my desk to refill my coffee (because I drank it, not because I dumped it in his lap) and when I get back he’s on the phone chatting it up with someone else all Mr. Happy Guy, not a care in the world. Joking. Laughing. And I’ll bet my next paycheck that when he wants to take his usual morning coffee break, he’ll pop by my pod all smiles like his ignorant grunt of this morning never happened and…oh will you look at that, just as I’m typing this is he is calling me. Let’s answer it shall we?…OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! “Hey, are you going for coffee? Well if you are, don’t forget to let me know. Don’t go get coffee without me! What are the chances you’re going to be going in the next twenty minutes?”
Grrr…Well, Mr. Bipolar Cranky Ass, the chances are good, because I need to refill my lukewarm coffee mug with scalding hot new stuff. Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll be all that pleased with what I have intended for it after that.