I work with a mug hoarder apparently.
Right before quittin’ time today, I walked into the kitchenette to rinse out my mug and found a colleague, Sherri (not her real name, or maybe it is) cleaning out her mugs.
Mugs. Plural. Like seven of them. I’m scared a little. Did she lose a bet?
It’s like a load of laundry in there. She’s got bubbles up to her elbows, a scratchy sponge and I don’t know what else. Maybe she is also doing laundry.
Busy cleaning, she missed the “I’m going to blog about this” look on my face and so here we are.
“Um? Are these all yours?”
“Yeah. I used them all during the week.”
“So, what’s the deal? You leave coffee in them and then grab another? Like disposable mugs?”
“No, they’re for oatmeal. You know, the instant packets.”
“Ah, yes. I used to do that. And uneaten oatmeal gets hard and crusty and you could mortar a brick wall with it?”
“Right. Hence, the violent scrubbing.”
We’re all about saving the environment at work, so I give her props for not using Styrofoam cups for her oatmeal and then the conversation shifts to all things mug.
Our favorites, what we like about their shape, height, weight and which ones have good “mug feel.”
Mug feel is critical. Bad mug feel is the death of mugs and the reason I have a cabinet full of them over the microwave.
They’ll never get used because they’re either too tall or too narrow (or both), or they’re the size of soup bowls or they’re too tiny for a respectable cup of coffee.
My favorite one at work is this:
Minus the spillage. That happened on a Monday, by the way. The day coffee gets all bitchy and ruinous about things.
This mug is the perfect height, width and weight. What I love most is the color. It’s such a soothing shade of blue. It makes me happy.
A happy Kathy is the goal, especially at work. I don’t even mind that it’s an ugly mug, in terms of the company stuff written on it. I got it free at a vendor expo and I don’t even buy from them in my job. But the mug is awesome and for that, I love Lehigh Valley Business Machines.
Now here’s my favorite mug at home:
I love my Tigger mug! As far as I know, you can only get one at Disney World, so I’m totally screwed if this one breaks.
Although I would fly 1,000 miles to get a new one if push came to shove.
It’s perfect for its short, stocky size and circumference, and has a good weight. A hair heavy, but I forgive it because it’s TIGGER!
Tigger makes me happy. And – all together now – a happy Kathy is the goal.
So, peeps. Tell me all about your favorite mug.
I know you have a favorite.
What makes it so?Stumble it!