This is my coffee mug -
Cute, eh? It took me 6 months and a lot of stained teeth to get her just right.
That's right, I haven't washed that mug, ever, in my 6 months of being its father.
Inside is 6 months worth of late nights, early mornings and rush projects. Inside that cup is any chance of me saying "Good morning!" as I pass a coworker in the hall.
Inside that cup are the hopes and dreams of a 26 year old who just wants to make it home in time to watch reruns of Seinfeld.
Those coffee stained rings represent mornings that have come and gone - like tiny, disgusting trophies for surviving timesheets and spreadsheets and empty bedsheets.
Unsanitary? Unprofessional? How about Undeniable - nothing will stop me from my morning cup of coffee - not dried coffee rings, not grounds stuck to the bottom for the last 3 weeks, not...
...wait, is that a hair? Oh that is fucking gross, man. I gotta wash this thing.