Well, after a week at jury duty I am excited to be back working at the job I love. To the untrained eye, it may seem like nothing changed at my job while I was away. The same people sit in the same cubicles working on the same program.
However, a closer look reveals a tiny, but very interesting change.
When I moved to the new building in which I work I immediately found my way to the closest coffee pot/communal food area. I don't drink coffee, but I do indulge in a daily cup of powdered hot cocoa. Sometimes this cup is the only thing that helps me push through that 10 am realization that I'm going to be here a L-O-N-G time today. It's a small reward I let myself have for making it into work at all. Sometimes, if I'm feeling very good, I even make the sugar free kind.
The first morning I arrived at the white particle board counter top, I noticed there were no stereotypical white Styrofoam cups anywhere readily available. I thought that was strange. My eyes flitted up to the cabinet above the coffee maker where someone had taped a condemning sign. It read:
Well, I didn't have my own cup. I support saving the environment, but giving up my morning treat was out of the question that morning. Stealthily I opened the cupboard to find a small stack of the offensive Styrofoam cups. Quickly I emptied my Swiss Miss and headed back to my cube to hide my wanton, earth killing ways from my coworkers.
Over the ensuing days I kept forgetting my own cup and with shame scurried to and from the hot water spigot. I didn't want everyone thinking I was a heartless, ozone-depleting, clear-cutting, over consumer (which, it turns out, I am).
This morning I returned from Jury Duty and found the sign had been removed and the white cups proudly displayed on the counter.