This morning I was greeted into awakefulness by a very rancid, static filled recording of some song that has since repressed itself into my subconscious. It was stuck in my head through my morning routine: brush teeth, take a piss, gather glasses, wallet, cellphone, keys, put on pants and hit the door. But then I got in the car and it vanished. I didn't listen to anything on the way in to work thinking that maybe it might come back to the forefront of my brain, but no. It's still gone.
I've had two cups of coffee so far this morning, and I'm working on a third. These aren't your typical "cups", though. These are the uber big, fourteen ounce metallic cups that only office workers and steel fitters have come to know and love. Our office had a few hundred of them made at some point to give out to new employees. Mine has, in the four years it's been here, been dropped off the roof of two buildings, been driven over, been handwashed and machine washed, lit on fire, left ignored over several holiday weeks, and generally loved in the way you love that pair of shoes that eventually fall apart at the seams. At one point there was a logo from our company on the metal side, but it's long since departed down some drain. There was a pedestal thingy that would make it stand taller and also allow it to fit into most cup holders (it's really big), but that got trashed the first week. I normally leave it at the office, why do I need a cupholder adapter? The lid has also been forgotten, but I think it's in a drawer somewhere, so it's not completely gone.
I think this cup sums up my feelings about working here rather well. I like it, but it's getting old and stale. I need a new cup, as it were, this one is starting to break down.
In our meeting this morning, my boss told us all that he was hiring another system engineer. Yay, I thought, but then I thought they might be hiring my replacement.
I guess I'll just have to see.
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