He figured it was better than the other way around but still, it was not a good sign. He drank a full press pot before getting to work. Once there, he waited about forty five minutes before heading over to the coffee station and getting some of the dreadful "Colombian Blend". He always added sugar to combat the old brewer bitterness. That held him over until ten-ish when he broke for Biggbucks where all the baristas new his name. He brought in his own 20 oz traveler mug. Cindy, the tiny brunette behind the register, took his mug and filled it with the precious brew.
"It's funny they call it a traveler mug, Billy. You never go anywhere."
Billy smilled and laughed. Then he went back up to the office placed and his mug on his desk and went into the bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and cried.