thoughts on lattes, loss and roaches

this morning, i woke up early, my alarm being especially alarming today. it was one of those mornings when you're like, "what the hell is that noise and why can't i make it stop?" i got to the train before 7am. that's just obscene. i took the brown line, thinking that the trip around the loop would waste some time. nope. by the time i was at the corner of michigan and randolph, it was 7:25. so, i decided to treat myself to a $4 gingerbread latte.

i did exactly that, and went to my office, which was dark. i go in the back door, and on the floor is a piece of paper with the Prudential Plaza logo on it. it says, "this stop loss tag was placed here because of a breach of security which could have lead to the loss of property or life." whoa. the door i had just come in hasn't been closing very well lately and, evidently, wasn't closed during the long christmas holiday. i put a post-it on the tag and put it up at the front desk, still reeling at the thought of the loss of life. could there be a serial killer lurking somewhere in this maze of darkened cubes? i guess i'll find out.

on my way back to my desk, i see a brown something on the carpet. it's a huge bug. now, i've seen huge bugs in this office before, but they've been dead. so, i reach out with my foot and tap it. it runs towards me. huh. it's not dead. it's very much alive. it's as long as my middle finger and about an inch wide. and it's waggling it's antennae like it's pissed and it wants some of my gingerbread latte. nothing doing, i tell it. it gives me a scowl and totters off towards a higher-ups office. it stops. i'm glaring at it like, how dare you go after my gingerbread latte, when a co-worker emerges from her darkened cubicle. i point at the begging bug. she says nothing and gets an empty yogurt cup and puts it over it. i say, "now what?" she says, "we'll let it sit there a while. maybe he'll tired himself out." excellent decision.

and it's only 7:45 in the morning.