Coffee Monster

I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that somewhere in this office building, probably on the west side, but anywhere between the basement and 6th floor we have a Coffee Monster^TM.

I don't know what a Coffee Monster^TM is, or what it looks like, but I am moving ever closer to the theory that like some kind of clerical sasquatch, or administrative yeti, it does indeed exist even if we can only from the traces it leaves.

As far as I am aware, no-one has ever seen this fabulous beast, but every day this week, at various times of the day, there have been pools of spilt coffee in the maintenance lift on the west side of the building. The evidence is rarely there for long, being mopped up by an equally shady functionary in the same area of the building, but each time it reappears after an interval. Sometimes the coffee is black, other times it has milk in it, but always it is the proper stuff. None of this instant Nescafé muck for the Coffee Monster^TM. Nope, it has to be full-roast real-deal-in-your-face espresso coffee.

Wealthy management bods do not use that lift (it is below their dignity), and the rest of us drink our instant because we could not afford the real stuff from the canteen in the requisite industrial amounts.

Nope, there's something out there, and it travels in the service lift. But with stealth…

Coffee Monster

I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that somewhere in this office building, probably on the west side, but anywhere between the basement and 6th floor we have a Coffee Monster^TM.

I don't know what a Coffee Monster^TM is, or what it looks like, but I am moving ever closer to the theory that like some kind of clerical sasquatch, or administrative yeti, it does indeed exist even if we can only from the traces it leaves.

As far as I am aware, no-one has ever seen this fabulous beast, but every day this week, at various times of the day, there have been pools of spilt coffee in the maintenance lift on the west side of the building. The evidence is rarely there for long, being mopped up by an equally shady functionary in the same area of the building, but each time it reappears after an interval. Sometimes the coffee is black, other times it has milk in it, but always it is the proper stuff. None of this instant Nescafé muck for the Coffee Monster^TM. Nope, it has to be full-roast real-deal-in-your-face espresso coffee.

Wealthy management bods do not use that lift (it is below their dignity), and the rest of us drink our instant because we could not afford the real stuff from the canteen in the requisite industrial amounts.

Nope, there's something out there, and it travels in the service lift. But with stealth…