Fucking starbucks
Why procrastination sucks sometimes in the real world:
As I sit in the most corporate of coffee shops, for the most corporate reason, in my most corporate suit, I'm near a state of depression that even Morrissey would envy.
Ok, not really. But I'm at home in Cleveland and I had to type up a budget for work (on my Mac) and then print it and fax it to my boss. My plan was to finish it on my laptop then save it to the old zip drive and then print it out on my pop's computer. No dice. My zip drive (which, suspiciously, always worked on the PC's & Macs last year) decided to try to re-format itself on dad's PC. Fuck. Since this shit is due today, I had to get creative. Which brings me to a sidenote- enjoy free wireless on campus and at your homes, and everywhere else in BG (like Big Boy & Frickers, where it's FREE).
Anyway, I headed to our local 'state of the art' library, in hopes they'd have wireless. Ahhhh, REJECTED! My only other option was the only place I could recall in this white-bread hellhole of a city that offers what I thought was free wireless: Starbucks. Not wanting coffee, but needing to get this thing done, I headed there, got a caramel frappacino (which I don't recommend- the whipped cream tastes better than the drink). Only to find out that you have to have a 'pass' to use the internet. No choices left, I just paid $9.99 for twenty minutes of Internet. Yes, I'm dumb. Yes, this shit is ridiculous. Yes, Starbucks can go die. And while I understand they don't just want to offer free internet to anyone at their stores because people could be looking up animal porn or sending anonymous email death threats to the president and Oprah, I really wish they'd fucking quit it.
And I've found out that people really want to know what you're looking at when you're sitting in a public place with a laptop. Every person who's walked past me has serruptiously peered over my shoulder to get a solid look at the screen, including the guy standing in line wearing BlueBlockers.
Ha.
As I sit in the most corporate of coffee shops, for the most corporate reason, in my most corporate suit, I'm near a state of depression that even Morrissey would envy.
Ok, not really. But I'm at home in Cleveland and I had to type up a budget for work (on my Mac) and then print it and fax it to my boss. My plan was to finish it on my laptop then save it to the old zip drive and then print it out on my pop's computer. No dice. My zip drive (which, suspiciously, always worked on the PC's & Macs last year) decided to try to re-format itself on dad's PC. Fuck. Since this shit is due today, I had to get creative. Which brings me to a sidenote- enjoy free wireless on campus and at your homes, and everywhere else in BG (like Big Boy & Frickers, where it's FREE).
Anyway, I headed to our local 'state of the art' library, in hopes they'd have wireless. Ahhhh, REJECTED! My only other option was the only place I could recall in this white-bread hellhole of a city that offers what I thought was free wireless: Starbucks. Not wanting coffee, but needing to get this thing done, I headed there, got a caramel frappacino (which I don't recommend- the whipped cream tastes better than the drink). Only to find out that you have to have a 'pass' to use the internet. No choices left, I just paid $9.99 for twenty minutes of Internet. Yes, I'm dumb. Yes, this shit is ridiculous. Yes, Starbucks can go die. And while I understand they don't just want to offer free internet to anyone at their stores because people could be looking up animal porn or sending anonymous email death threats to the president and Oprah, I really wish they'd fucking quit it.
And I've found out that people really want to know what you're looking at when you're sitting in a public place with a laptop. Every person who's walked past me has serruptiously peered over my shoulder to get a solid look at the screen, including the guy standing in line wearing BlueBlockers.
Ha.