Why I'm Not Making Coffee at Work Anymore

My husband owns our business, The Rubber Stamp Shop. I get to be his minion. I know enough of the accounting to be dangerous, I have good phone etiquette and am not rude to customers. Oh, and I can make stamps.

I know some of you are thinking, "Oh, how lucky! She can have any stamp she wants, anytime." Blah, I'm not a crafter, so I don't care. I might make a stamp that has a fun phrase on it to use for an envelope flap. Whoo Whoo. I'm not a crafter, scrapper or any other kind of er.

Anyway, there was a reason I started rambling about my job. Today, while Mr. Bernie was parking our car in the parking garage, I was going to be a helper bee. He had the lid of the coffee pot open. I wanted to surprise him and have fresh coffee waiting for him when he got back. I put the coffee grounds in and went to get some water. I started pouring the water and it was sloshing down the sides. I assumed it was the carafe being temperamental and kept pouring. Suddenly, I had water POURING out of every orifice of the machine!

Right below our machine are all our catalogs from our suppliers. The water flowed onto most of the catalogs. I stood there for a minute not believing what I was seeing. I finally started grabbing catalogs and opening them on our counter top. There is a HUGE puddle of water all around me. I didn't realize this and as I rushed to save more catalogs, I slipped and fell. Cursing like a sailor the entire time.

Mr. Bernie comes in and sees the catalogs drying and a wet floor. He looks at me calmly and says, "Bernadette, what happened? Did you know the floor was wet?" I almost threw the catalog I was going to dry at him. I explained to him that our coffee pot was broken and it should be tossed. He just smirked, I hate that smirk and waited a minute. Then he said, "Bernadette, I already filled the coffee pot before I left. That is why it flowed all over, it was already full of water." Well who knew? Obviously, not me.

While I waited for my pants to dry, I started to call our suppliers to get new catalogs. Everyone of them had a good chuckle when I explained my tale of woe. They assured me new catalogs would be on the way soon. I then told Mr. Bernie, "This is good in a way. We get spanking brand new catalogs and can toss the old ones." I was feeling pretty smug and proud, for about a minute. Until the Mr. burst my bubble. He said, "Yes, every 5 years is a good time to update our catalogs. Don't you remember, you did this same thing 5 years ago?" No, I didn't remember that, so glad he reminded me.

Some days I wish I worked for a man I was not married to. A boss who is just a boss will yell at you and its done. When you are married to the boss, the boss will remind you of the times you messed up. Even if its 5 years later. That is why I'm not going to make coffee at work anymore.