Friday, January 09, 2004
A Miscellany of Thoughts
The newly transferred shift supervisor is cool. She doesn't pull rank, she listens to the advice of us oldbies who have been at the store for quite some time, she picks up the nuances of our store quickly, she actually does her work, and she doesn't go off on tangents of, "at my old store we did it this way". She's also funny and easy-going -- not to mention an ex-independent coffee shop barista, who shares my opinion that Starbucks' product leaves much to be desired. I had a good close with her.
The Starbucks slogan madness continues. "My drink is a VICTORY" was only the beginning; now we have such priceless words of inspiration as:
"My drink is a SUPERHERO... it can be mild-mannered or super strong depending on what I add to it." (Um... riiight.)
"My drink is like a MOOD RING... I change it up to fit the way I feel. Toffee Nut means happy." (More like, Toffee Nut means crappy. *gags*)
And, of course, there are the Valentine's Day themes:
"To: SCHMOOPY; From: Your true love." (Schmoopy??!?!)
"My girl leaves the room and ANGELS weep; garden gnomes throw down their tiny picks and shovels in heartfelt sadness." (Excuse me, did you say garden gnomes? Pardon my acronym, but WTF?)
I reiterate, someone needs to put the Starbucks slogan writer out of his or her misery.
The fact that my family have not called me tonight means that my mother must have come out of her orthopaedic surgery just fine, which is, of course, very good.
Micki is in Houston. I have work from 1-9:30 tomorrow night. HP called this afternoon, leaving a message that FedEx would show up at the door between 12 and 5 to pick up her faulty computer and ship it off to be repaired. Clearly this poses a pretty problem. I wonder if the good folks at the clubhouse would ship it off for me if I dropped it off with them before I went to work, and left a note on my door for the FedEx guy.
The fact that I just used the phrase "pretty problem" clearly indicates that I have been reading too much Laurie R. King in the past few days. And is it just me, or is A Letter of Mary rather slow-going in places, compared to the first two?
Mina might as well be a dog. Her newest canine-ish trick: drinking out of the toilet. This boggles the mind, considering she has plenty of fresh water in her water dispenser.
The first time someone orders an "unleaded grande skinny latte with legs", because they followed the glossary of so-called "coffee lingo" inside that stupid "Make It Your Drink" mini-handbook we're giving out... I am going to hang up my green apron, bid everyone a fond farewell, and jump out the drive-through window. I mean, unleaded? With legs? What, decaf and to go aren't good enough anymore?
My sister currently seems to be ignoring me on AIM. You suck, Leah.
After seeing Erica's squid whisk, I kind of want to buy one... and then buy a titanium spork... and make it into a Squid Spork. The utensil of champions, with cephalopodic efficiency.
Oh dear, I'm turning into Liz.
So, I think I'm going to start making plans to go hang out with Rebecca and whoever else is going to show up in Canada (Liz?) for the Convention Alley thing this summer. (Though truth to tell, the Pottercon is icing, really -- I just want to visit my online buddies. Rebecca especially, as she has been exceedingly kind, sympathetic, and advising these past few weeks, and I'm deeply grateful. Plus she has cute kids!)
I really should invest in a ten-minute trip to Albertson's to procure bread and milk. It would extend our food options considerably.
I also should make time to clean this place up somewhat. It's a bit ridiculous at the moment.
Mm, procrastination.
It's one in the morning, and I should be in bed. However, I think I'm going to opt for more Mary Russell. Doubtless I will regret this when my alarm wakes me in the morning.
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