I�m cold. It�s dark. I�m lonely.

Early Monday morning is the worst time of the week for me.  I�ve only seen a 
couple of people since Friday afternoon.  Neither one of them stopped even 
though one of them almost knocked me over.  What a horrible weekend!

It�s almost 5:00 now.  In about an hour the lights will start coming on and 
people will start moving around. Then it won�t be long before it gets warmer 
here.

The normal Monday morning crowd with the normal Monday morning complaints.  
You know the ones I mean� �Saturday was too cold to go to the lake� (they 
should have been here); �Sunday was too hot to cut the grass�(I would like 
to have had some of that heat here); �The kids were noisy and I couldn�t 
sleep late Saturday�(what I wouldn�t give for some noise Saturday morning!); 
and more complaints.  I hear the same complaints every Monday morning and I 
am tired of them!

Then there are the �Happy Monday� people.  They make me sick!  They act like 
being away from here for the weekend is the worst thing that could happen to 
them.  I�d like to trade places with them.  They love this place and 
everything around here.  Yes, they had a good weekend --- but it is �great 
to be back�!

Only 30 more minutes �

I hear a door rattling.  That must be Slimmer.  I can tell because of the 
way the door is shaking.  He can never get his key to work.  He�s convinced 
that the key will not open the door till he yells at it twice and kicks it 
once.  I�ve heard him do the same thing every day, five days a week, for 
almost six months now.  He�s really a rather nice guy.  His real name is not 
Slimmer, but that is what everyone calls him behind his back.  I guess he 
got the name because he is always saying that he �lost five pounds last 
week�.  That may be true, but he always seems to find the five pounds (and 
sometimes more) before the week is over.  He is one of those �Happy Monday� 
people.

The door is squeaking (hasn�t been oiled in years) and I hear him coming in. 
  It must be raining outside because he is stomping his feet on the floor � 
either that or we have roaches again!  He turned on a light.  That means he 
should be here in a just a few seconds.  I can�t wait to see him --- it�s 
been a long weekend.

Where�s Slimmer?  He should be here by now.  I heard another door slam, but 
no other lights have come on and he hasn�t come by here yet.

I hear the front door opening again.  Wonder who that could be?

It�s Tammy Sue!  I can tell as soon as the door closes behind her.  The wind 
blows the smell of her perfume all over the place.  Everybody calls her 
Tammy Slew (behind her back of course).  That�s because her perfume will 
slew (knock out) anybody within fifty feet of her.  I think she must use at 
least a bottle of perfume a day � somewhere in the neighborhood of a half 
bottle before work and the other half at lunch time.  Even though her 
perfume makes your nose wrinkle and food taste funny, everybody likes her.  
I see people standing around and talking to her all the time.

Here she comes.  �Hi Tammy Sue.  How was your weekend?�  No answer.  She 
never talks to me, just pats me on the side as she passes.  One of these 
days maybe she will talk to me.

Oh no� hear comes Big Bob.  I can�t stand that guy.  He thinks he is so 
tough and important.  If he had his way, everybody would have to bow down 
before him and kiss his feet.  He isn�t big at all.  The guy is only about 
five feet tall and really skinny.  If the wind blew hard enough, it would 
carry him away.  He yells at me a lot.  He has even slapped and kicked me 
when he didn�t get his way.  Today he stops for a minute and just stares at 
me.  He�s bragging to Tammy Slew about how important his work is.  Why 
doesn�t he just leave?

He must have heard me � he�s leaving now.

It�s starting to get warmer now that everybody is showing up.  All the 
lights are on and the noise is great!  Still nobody is talking to me, but 
they are hanging around and talking to each other.  This place is really 
starting to come alive now.  The warmth and the light � it is great to be 
around others again.

Almost 10:30 now and things are starting to quiet down.  Slimmer has been by 
four times already.  He�s really upset about the way things are going today. 
  He told me that he wished it was Friday and this week was over.  He said 
he was feeling sick and may go home early.  I really hope not, I kind of 
like the big guy.

I�m bored� Nobody has been here to ignore or abuse me for the last 4 hours.  
Except for the lights and background noise, it is almost as bad as a Monday 
morning.

Just a little after 3:30 now and here comes Big Bob.  He was just talking to 
Slimmer and looks really upset.  OW!  Who does he think he is slapping me on 
the head?  One of these days he�ll be sorry.  I don�t think he and Big Bob 
are agreeing on anything today.  OW!  He kicked me!  Now he�s walking away.

�LOOK OUT BOB!�

Too late.  He didn�t look up in time to see Slimmer and Tammy walking down 
the hall.  He ran right square into Slimmer.  Slimmer is about twice his 
size so Big Bob just sort of bounced backwards onto the floor.  Tammy Sue is 
laughing at him.  I�d almost feel sorry for Bob, but I think he had this 
coming.  Tammy Sue is still laughing at him and Slimmer is turning red in 
the face.  I guess that hot coffee that Big Bob spilt on him didn�t feel too 
good.

I love this excitement!  I live for this excitement!
4:45 PM. Everyone�s gone and the lights are off.  It�s starting to cool off 
again (still not as cool as it was this morning).   I heard the door lock, 
which means I am alone again.  This was really quite a day.  Tammy Sue and 
Slimmer were nice to me.  Big Bob got what he deserved.

Only about 13 hours till the whole thing starts over again.  The lights will 
come on, people will pass by (some will stop), and it will be warm again --- 
for a while.

Such is the daily life of an office coffee machine.



Ending #1 � How do others see you?  If the water fountain or pop machine 
could talk, what would they say about you?

Ending #2 � Do you overlook some people?  Is there someone that you don�t 
talk to because you think they are unimportant?  Are they really 
unimportant?



In His Service,
Allen R. Cook - Cookie
Outpost Chaplain
Belton A/G -- Belton, Missouri

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