There are a couple of things I dislike about my job.
One is Internal Audit, the other is this coffee machine.
This coffee machine is my office nemesis. It serves the worst coffee imaginable – too strong, foul tasting, with little bits of undissolved instant coffee around the top of the too small plastic cup. There are plenty of choices, including a cappuccino, but they’re all disgusting. How, exactly, do you make a decent cappuccino for 27p in four seconds in a machine in an IT department in a financial organisation on the edge of a motorway? I can hear the whole of Italy mocking me now.
The only good thing about it, and this is really a negative too, is that its unfailingly volcanically hot.