Fuckin' decaf! How am I supposed to start my day on decaf? It's bad enough trudging down to the hotel lobby, still sleepy and wearing the previous day's clothes - you get there and all of those smiling, perky faces are all chatting and laughing away - bastards - then, when you pull the spigot back on the 'robust' coffee, it's drip, drip, drip. So you go to the 'regular' coffee and again, drip, drip. But oh sure, when you pull back on decaf - it's flowing like a motherfucker.
Plus, if that's not enough to hinder a warrior's morning, I'm standing up while typing this little diatribe because the hydraulic shock on the desk chair if dead.
Otherwise, all is beautiful in the world.