My favorite barista, my least favorite historian, and a show somewhere in the middle
Published Tuesday, January 16, 2007 by Alice Q inI'm getting sick. So to all my readers, please restrain from making out with me this week. Sorry to do this to you. Also, my throat kinda hurts, so if you could restrain from attempting to murder me, that'd be great. I'm not sure I'm up to screaming for m y life right now.
I visited Rach at her new job tonight. The Java City one. She made me my vanilla latte, and despite a complete lack of foam, it was tasty. I proclaim her my favorite barista.
I ate some soup, felt a little better. And watched Veronica Mars. Now, as best I can tell, it was the last episode before the winter break. The one where Miss Veronica catches the head-shaving rapist. It definitely had some laughably silly parts, but here's the highlights: A) Someone gets stabbed with a unicorn, and B) The ex, Logan, is hot. And he beats a police cruiser with a bat, just so he can spend the night in jail to kick some ass. Anyway, looks like new episodes start next week, so if next week falls through like tonight did, and there's no House, I might watch it.
My first class went well this morning, thanks for asking. It's Introduction to Political Philosophies. The professor is an extremely old and bald man. He has a teaching assistant who looks like my worst idea of a grown-up trekkie. Thick glasses with Fender frames, plaid shirt, overgrown beard. Anyway, the class is right by the Flash route, so it's a quick walk. Also, the room itself was perfectly lit. Which is a wierd thing to note, I'm sure, except that at 9:15 in the morning, it impressed me.
Josh Bernstein is on the Daily Show. I'm not a fan of Josh Bernstein. As a matter of fact, it annoys me that I even know who he is. Damn you, Josh. You'll never be as cool as Indy.
I'm still sorta irritated with that girl jumping in and effectively forcing me into a corner so that she could make my drinks for me, and ring up others.
I mean, damn. Even Esther can back me up on this. A little too much "all up ons" my job.
If she liked it so much before then why did she quit?
Meh! meh meh meh...Meh, meh.
Quit bitching. She was trying to help you, when she percieved that you needed help.
Now, just because your attitude towards customers is somewhere near, "Who gives a fuck", I think, in the end, she was helping the poor people in line in the cold more. So they could... be in line in the cold less.
Meh, meh, meh meh meh. Suck it.
Right, right. Take *her* side.
My attitude wasn't...well... It takes a while to get back into that whole chirpy, "Hello. How can I best suck your nuts today?" attitude.
It comes with practice, much like my future mastery of that blasted manual expresso machine.
By the way, I've posted, as per request.
My thanks, Madam. And I'm not taking her side. I just think you could be a teensy less abrasive about this whole thing.
PS I saw Tiffoney today. :)
You saw Tiff-dog? Where? How is old slut-face?
Hey fuck having a happy attitude at a retail/food job. FUCK... that!
I say be a nasty curmudgeon. People will appreciate the gruffness. And the people who don't, can shut their pie holes.
Besides don't some food establishments make a niche market out of being assholes to their customers?
Oh and since this comment is actually for Alice's blog...
Ok check, no making out with Alice this week.
And check again, make sure Alice watches Veronica Mars next week.
Otherwise all of wednesday will be me recapping Tuesday night's episode.
I've posted twice since your last.
You gotta pick up the slack.