My Morning At The Hotel

My hotel sets out breakfast at seven o'clock, which means I usually don't start making coffee until six or so. We have two large industrial coffee makers in the back room, and it usually takes me about twenty minutes to fill up all five coffee pots (the big stainless steel ones). It's an easy task.

Except for this morning. This morning, I've had a -teensy- bit of an issue. Evidently, some of our co-workers managed to break not one but both coffee makers yesterday. The problem is that nobody said anything to me about it, or even so much as left me a note explaining things. I don't even know who did it.

So, this morning I've had to run across to one of our empty rooms and borrow the midget coffee maker to make our coffee this morning. After twenty minutes, I've nearly got one pot filled. One out of five. If someone, anyone, had bothered to inform me about our broken coffee makers, I could've started this process an hour earlier. As it stands now, I'll be lucky to have more than one or two pots finished by the time people start showing up for the breakfast.

I feel sometimes as though I'm the only person here who actually tries to communicate with the other shifts. It's a frustrating situation.