And that is how I died...

Years ago, I worked in the marketing department at Mrs. Fields Cookies. I have to clarify that it was actually, the marketing department in the corporate offices because while I was employed there and I would meet people and I would tell them I work for Mrs. Fields they would ask, "oh, which mall?" And I would be all, "Not the mall you moron, the corporate offices. Geez..I didn't go to college to bake cookies all day. I went to college to sell cookies all day. Don't you see the difference??"

Anyway, the CORPORATE offices of MFC had an awesome break room which housed a Coca-Cola fountain machine. Ice cold coke on tap ALL. DAY. LONG. Pretty sure I gained 10 pounds working there.

But that is beyond the point. My point is that when the blessed day came when I quit that place, I was only sad about one thing. The unlimited coca cola was now a thing of the past.

Lucky for me, Agency X stocks a full fridge of soda. It's as close as I am ever going to get to the fountain soda machine of my MFC days. I try my hardest to limit myself to 1 coke a day. But some days, I've pushed upwards of 3 to 4.

And just the other day, it was one of those days where if I had had time at 9 am to reach for a coke, I would have. But all of a sudden it was 3 pm and I was hitting the wall. It was coke time and nothing else would do.

I walk back to the fridge and this is what I find:

MISSING SOMETHING???????????? There might be 10 billion rows of Diet Coke, but not one single coca cola classic was to be found. I wept. Then I cussed. And then I walked straight up to the receptionist and told her of the tragedy that I just discovered. She didn't seem to understand the correlation of coca cola classic and my degree of productivity.

So in your prayers tonight, pray that I can get through the day without a coke tomorrow. Or better yet, pray that someone went to Costco and stocked up on the good stuff. Yes, yes - pray for that.