coffee complications

When I first moved in, I was aware that my old coffeemaker was on the fritz. I decided to clean it and give it one more try. It smelled really good but produced no goods, so I went out and bought this thing. Ten bucks! All the other coffeemakers were $20 or more!
Then I made a pot of coffee. Turns out some kind of design flaw spews grounds all over the inside, making for grainy coffee and unhappy cleaning.
So this morning, I was careful to distribute the grounds evenly at the bottom of the basket, hoping it would work. So far so good- my coffee is grounds- free. But I had a hell of a time trying to get the basket back in at the right angle! I fought with the damn thing for five minutes! I'm not THAT challenged with physics. I figured out that another design thing in the coffee pot lid pushes up on the basket, so it won't fit properly until you remove the pot, set the basket, and replace the pot.
OK. Got the order down. Perhaps I should turn in a circle, stomp my left foot three times, and say "Top o' the morning!" to the coffee maker to make the coffee gods happy? Would that prevent another harried moment fighting with this plastic POS?
I almost got annoyed enough to opt for one of these things, which I generally reserve for camping:



But now that the ordeal is over and I have my nice cup of hot coffee, I am calm and relaxed and almost ready for my shower. Have to wait until the dishwasher is done, or be subjected to fluctuating temperatures and turning into the Shower Monster again- i.e. that monster that screeches loudly and emerges from the bathroom in a hastily- thrown- on bathrobe, grinding its teeth and dripping with various scented foams, stomps in the direction of the dishwasher, points and rants loudly in gibberish while pushing buttons then disappears back into the bathroom lair.