Do you smell what Karma is cooking?

So I get up earlier than normal to do some work at the office. I get ready, walk my dog and arrive at work around 7:40. This is extremely rare for me. It seems no matter how early I wake up, I always end up at the office MUCH later than 7:40.

Anyway, I digress, so I stop at the coffee shop on the way in to work. I discover, to my joyful surprise, that I filled all twelve spots on the coffee card and get a free drink of my choice. Anything I want. ANYTHING I want. Normally, the greedy bastard in me would get the largest most expensive drink just to feel like I got the most bang for my free buck.

Not the case this morning. I figured I have been ordering medium drinks in the past to get me this free coffee, I'll order what I always get to not tempt karma. So I order my drink and give the guy my free coffee card. He notices that the drink is free and asks, "Do you want to make it a large since it is free?" I tell him no. He gives me this dumb ass look and then puts in my order for my medium coffee. I feel good. I think, "Hells yeah. I am getting to work early with my free coffee, karma must be on my side."

Let me go all John McCain on you, my friends, Karma is never on your side when you get cocky. NEVER...

So I arrive at my office, feeling good and go to set down my free coffee on my desk. Then ,in slow motion, I see my coffee start to fall over on my desk. Twenty-two freaking ounces of sticky hot latte is now running everywhere. On my papers, on my keyboard, on my mouse, all over the carpet, everywhere... What the fuck???

Thirty minutes later and several passes with a cleaning solution, here I sit typing on a sticky keyboard with my fucking arms sticking to the desk. The worst part is the smell of my damn latte is everywhere. Tempting me of the java goodness that I will never know this morning.

This day is going to so fucking suck.