I went to make a cup of coffee

I went to make a cup of coffee.
This perhaps was the mistake, but I thought that it might be a nice little break.
When I went to get beans, turns out I was out. I remember thinking I needed to pick up more beans and wrestling with the idea of roasting some for work. Well in any event I never brought in any beans. I solved this part of the equation by pilfering from my supervisor.
So I filed up my grinder and made a hideous noise and a wonderful smell. When I went to inhale the aroma I got a little to close, or I agitated the grounds or the coffee bean dust fairies was working a double, but somehow I drew breath of copious amounts of dust and sneezed.
Now mind you I moved the grounds clear of the sneeze and turned my head, but managed to flinch just enough (after about the 4th sneeze) to dump over the bean grinder, hence stolen beans and coffee dust all over my desk.
Well, I went to clean this up, which was annoying, but not hugely problematic and then tried to continue making coffee.
I got my French Press set up and all ready to go. As I was adding boiling water to the carafe, I sneezed again. This made me take a tighter grasp on what I was holding and somehow pop the electronic timer off of the press and into the carafe.

Ploop!

I think I have been making coffee for about 16 years now. I have been handleing hot liquids for much longer. So how is it that I could screw up making coffee this badly?

I fished out the timer – which is not currently working – and finished filling and making coffee.

Not one minute after it was done (I think it was done as I had to use my head and a normal clock to time this event) I had two girls at my cube begging for java.

I didn’t want to send them away without, but I did not make a full batch. I filled up my cup and offered them the dribbles. Both refused.

After all of that I am finding it hard to simply enjoy my drink, but that really is my problem.