DEATH AND DISMEMBERMENT.
I am going to say this ONE. LAST. TIME.
I don't make the coffee.
Just because the coffeemaker lives in the office that I happen to share with the person who *does* make the coffee DOES NOT MEAN that I'm the fallback person when she is out.
I don't drink coffee. I'm not making it.
Stop coming in here and bitching that there's no coffee. You know damn well by now that I'm not going to make it. It's not "women's work" and it's not *my* work, and it won't kill you to hold your tongue and go buy a cup at the food truck outside . . . assuming, of course, that you're too hidebound to learn to run the coffeemaker your damn self.
*glares*
I don't make the coffee.
Just because the coffeemaker lives in the office that I happen to share with the person who *does* make the coffee DOES NOT MEAN that I'm the fallback person when she is out.
I don't drink coffee. I'm not making it.
Stop coming in here and bitching that there's no coffee. You know damn well by now that I'm not going to make it. It's not "women's work" and it's not *my* work, and it won't kill you to hold your tongue and go buy a cup at the food truck outside . . . assuming, of course, that you're too hidebound to learn to run the coffeemaker your damn self.
*glares*