Something we've all thought about doing.

It's Monday, you've just finished a weekend filled with friends, hangovers, fuzzy memories, and good times all around... and you... are... dragging... ass!

As you mope into work still trying to be used to the idea of being awake you look over at The Coffee Clique. They are the people that congregate around the coffee machine and suck down cup-after-cup of liquid pick-me-up. But they do it all day.

8am... time for a cup... 9:30am... fill 'er up... 11am... pre-lunch cup... 12:45pm... post-lunch cup... 2pm... afternoon cup... 4pm... just to get you out the door. They smell of coffee. Their blood-type is Starbucks. And without it, they aren't the sharp, they don't produce, they aren't the perky/caffeinated people that they always are.

So I've consider it multiple times. Flipping the office to decaf. What the hell, right? One day, no regular coffee.

I did it today. I made the coffee. No one was looking, so I set up the three pots... all decaf.

As a point of reference, even the decaf pot is regular, this is a rule in the office everyone knows this.

I pulled this off three times today. Just to see what would happen. The chipper, bubbly, perky, happy people morphed into the orcs from Lord of the Rings... but uglier... and a lot less friendly.

"Hi! Thanks for calling DeltaHouse. Can I eat your flesh?"

I swear I heard snoring from down the hall. Fun stuff. I'm doing that again about six months from now.