Michelle and I are standing at work all alone right now. She's washing dishes and I'm being useless. Wait not true. I totally just swept a crumb onto the floor.
We ate pumpkin cream cheese muffins, so I've determined that the only thing noteworthy and awesome about today is calories. And sweaters.
But one thing I do hate? Frappuccinos. And all the fuckwit teenage girls ordering them. Yes, it's your Frappuccino. Why? BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY CUSTOMER I'VE HAD ALL HOUR.
I think this place is killing my soul. I'm usually in a great mood, until I step through the threshold of doom. And then the Sex and the City soundtrack comes on. Everyone's souls are killed. You can see the tangible pain and hate on the Indigo/Starbucks employees faces when those first few gut-wrenching notes of Fergie's opening song start to play. I'm going to write her a letter.
It's a sad Wednesday because today is the day Jacqueline left. As of this current keystroke, she's been gone for two hours. :(
I miss you Jacqueline.
We ate pumpkin cream cheese muffins, so I've determined that the only thing noteworthy and awesome about today is calories. And sweaters.
But one thing I do hate? Frappuccinos. And all the fuckwit teenage girls ordering them. Yes, it's your Frappuccino. Why? BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY CUSTOMER I'VE HAD ALL HOUR.
I think this place is killing my soul. I'm usually in a great mood, until I step through the threshold of doom. And then the Sex and the City soundtrack comes on. Everyone's souls are killed. You can see the tangible pain and hate on the Indigo/Starbucks employees faces when those first few gut-wrenching notes of Fergie's opening song start to play. I'm going to write her a letter.
It's a sad Wednesday because today is the day Jacqueline left. As of this current keystroke, she's been gone for two hours. :(
I miss you Jacqueline.
