My annoyances are petty and cliché and one of my current favorites is anonymous coworkers who siphon the office coffee so there’s a millimeter left, to avoid taking 30 seconds to brew a fresh pot. I emailed our IT Guy to check the feasibility of installing a webcam in a corner of the kitchenette to learn who was responsible for this shirking. He replied that “anything is possible with enough Ethernet cable” but admitted he’d have to check with the head boss as to my plan’s legality, so I quashed the idea.
Now I’m wondering how tough it’d be to install a circuit-contact between the bottom of the coffee pot and the coffeemaker’s burner, tied into a digital scale system on the burner, to measure the weight of the pot when it’s at rest and to blast an air horn every time it reaches a certain low weight. But then I imagine the coffee bandits would resort to topping off the pot of regular with decaf or pulling something similar to Indy’s sandbag-for-idol switch from Raiders.
This is all beside the fact that the coffee in my office tastes like burnt, wet sweatsocks. It’s the principle of the matter.