As I entered the office that morning and made my way around the gray cubicle mazes and musty air, all I could think of was getting to make that great cup of coffee. I worked my way past the water cooler to the dilapidated kitchen. Paper goods are thrown here and there, old microwaves sit next to one another hoping they won’t make it another day, and a sign above them reads “Don’t use both microwaves at the same time, the circuit will break.” I look at…
