Sometimes I really appreciate how good I have it. NPR had a special this morning discussing one woman’s taste testing job. This isn’t just any taste test though, this is a job for Folgers coffee. I imagine that going to work would amount to a special sort of hell if I were in her shoes. She is required to slurp the coffee like you would a spaghetti noodle, swish the coffee around in her mouth, and spit it back into a cup. All of this to make sure that Folgers coffee is consistently horrid tasting.

Update: Someone recommended that my work switch to Folger’s “french roast” today. I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit.