Out of coffee

This week I’ve witnessed what happens if a entire company building of about 300 people run completely out of coffee. And even though the building is located next to the Danish headquarters of 7-Eleven (no shit) there was no coffee to be found anywhere. Some mix up had happened with our shipment of coffee and it ended up somewhere else.

That, my friends is not a pretty sight. 300 people. No coffee. None. Nada.

People were roaming the office floors searching for the last cup. Some roamed alone and others were hunting in packs. Then suddenly someone screamed “COFFEE!” and everyone just ran for it, threw everything down and just bolted. By the time anyone got there the coffee was all gone.

In these times of terror we live in, I can’t help to think about what would happen if we had a coffee crisis on the scale of the oil crisis in the 70s. Sure, sure, we can’t live without oil. Nothing would drive and all that. But we would learn to walk and take the bike. Sure it would be a pain in the ass but we’ll live.

But without coffee. Man that’s another question all together. Just one day without coffee in our building was scary. Really scary. I was thinking about locking myself in the bathroom and discreetly sneak out at 17.00 to go home.

I don’t think the coffee producing countries even know what kind of power position they’re actually in. Without coffee the entire world (or at least the heavy coffee drinking part of it) would crumble to it’s knees. Riots would break out. Fist fight would start over the last cup of coffee. Old ladies holding up convenient stores at gun point trying to score the last pound of coffee. It would be the end of the world as we know it, and I don’t feel fine at all.

Today I’m working from home. Partly because I can (job perk) and partly because I’m too afraid to show up at work and find that the coffee still hasn’t been delivered. No thanks, I’m staying at home where the coffee is close by.