At 9:15 this morning, my second morning cup had just been brewed. If you believe the Nespresso ads with George Clooney, my office should be overflowing with gorgeous women rubbing up against me in the most suggestive ways, trying to make me forget the Nespresso capsule in my hand. Strangely enough, it’s not happening. Part of the reason might be that I’ve only recently moved to this office, so the hot babes might not have found me yet. Oh, but I’m ready for them, for I have rehearsed the scene in my mind many times: this lovely model will lean towards me with a killer smile and say, “You are George Clooney, aren’t you?” to which I will truthfully reply, “No, you must be mistaken.” Then I’ll turn around to drop a capsule into the machine. Fat chance!