Sittin in the classroom, thinkin it's a drag, listen to the teacher, well that just ain't my bag
Nobody ever blames Brownsville Station for telling kids it's ok to smoke in the boys room, yet they blame Marilyn Manson for kids shooting up their schools. Ahhh, humorous.
Ok, so I don't know how many of you frequent Starbucks, but I know there are many stores out there that now ask their baristas to ask for the customers name when ordering drinks, so they can write it on your cups and then call your drink out by your name as apposed to your drink (odds are in your favor that someone will not have the same name as you, but still have the same drink, making it easier for you to grab the right latte). It also serves to help the people who might not understand the markings on the cups as to what drink is what when there are a number of them up on the counter. I am very happy that I never had to do this in Manhattan, and my manager tried to make us do it in Suffern, but I never gave in (except when the manager was actually in the store and I didn't have a choice). Apparently they have started it in my old store (which is somewhat on my way to work, so I do stop in every now and again). Why do I bring this up? Why for anarchy of entertainment, of course. You see, there are maybe only 5 or so people who still work at my old store who worked there when I did, and for long enough to actually know who I am. And every now and then, they will call my order out to the barista on bar followed by a "for Josh" (for example, "I need a grande skim chai for Josh"), and then the barista at the bar repeats the order back and marks the cup, sometimes with my name on it. I realized this is a perfect oportunity to have some fun without hurting people (a nice change of pace from my typical "only can have fun at the immense pain and suffering of others" schtick that I usually do). The last time I was in the Starbucks and they were doing the name thing was on Wednesday (I also noted that the manager was on the floor at the time). One of my former fellow baristas (who is now a shift supervisor, and thusly had the task of taking orders and calling drinks and filling "drip" orders), was at the side of the store where I was in line (I usually look for people I know when chosing sides, odds are I will get a free or cheaper drink). So I placed my order "I'd like a grande skim chai for Estabon." My friend behind the counter laughed, and called out my drink "I need a grande skim chai for Estabon" to which the barista behind the bar responded "a grande skim chai for Estabon." The barista behind the bar did not know who I was, so for all she knew, Estabon was my name. My friend who took the order from me, knew my name wasn't Estabon, and I am pretty sure she realized that it was just a name I pulled out of my ass, and the drink was really just for me. We were both ammused when the bar barista put the drink on the counter announcing "I have on grande skim chai for Estabon up at the bar!" Sadly, she did not write Estabon on the cup, which I was kind of looking forward to, but at least I had the name yelled a total of 3 times by people who were not myself, and not only entertained myself, but also my friend working behind the counter (who seemed to be having an otherwise not so fun morning). I think it would be a fun thing for anyone to try next time you are at your local Starbucks, or even jsut a completely strange Starbucks, so long as they are asking for names when you order. You can even challenge yourself by trying to top the obscutiry/zaniness of the name you give yourself for your beverage. Just remember they don't typically ask for names on regular drip coffee, so try to order a bar drink if you get the oportunity. I can see this also being fun at a restaurant when making a reservation and or putting your name in to wait for a table. Estabon was already used, and thusly can't be used by anyone else. The number one rule is not to do/say anything that can get someone in trouble, but will make someone laugh (even if that someone is yourself and you only laugh in your head, so long as it is someone).
My self-teaching guitar lessons are going swimmingly. I can fumble through one chord change so far (G Major to E minor to A Major) and I am slowly learning other chords, and hopefully will get better on my transitions. One thing Mike taught me last night was that I have to work more on understanding music theory before I can really learn to play the guitar. So today I printed out a bunch of lessons on music theory, and will be studying them while on my trip to Israel as well as any other free chance I get, until I can at least remeber theory enough to understand chord composition and then apply it to my practice.
Speaking of Israel, I haven't spoken about it in a while, and the trip is coming up on me fast, only 9 more days (not counting today) until I head out to Newark Airport and meet my fellow travelers and then sit in a giant asprin with wings (get the reference?) for 13 hours. So exciting. I am going to have to make sure i spend a good portion of next saturday not only doing all my packing, but making sure I have everything I am going to need for the trip. And then making sure a second and third time as well, because I know if I didn't check three times, I'd get to Israel and be like "Damn IT, I forgot to pack EVERYTHING!" Of course I am sure everyone on the trip would appreciate me walking around naked, I just think I would be cold doing so, and the shrinkage would not be flattering...I'd look almost average, ewwwww. One thing I am really looking forward to, taking pictures. Does that sound weird? I don't think so, because I have my digital camera, and will have a chance and desire to take some really great money shots or the sights I will be seeing. Sure I could just take it all in and "remember" things, but as well all know I was very well aqainted with substance abuse in college, and has rendered my brain useless except when it comes to music, television, movies and sex. Pictures just make remembering easier. Just like I don't remember "Catcher in the Rye" that well, but I sure as hell remember "The Little Engine That Could".
Ok, I am going to stop this nonsense before it gets even more rambling. But before I do, I need to point out that I have nothing going on for New years this year. I Didn't think about this until it was too late, so if anyone knows of anything that won't cost me to go to it (I don't mind paying for drinks, but i don't feel like paying to get in a door), and also something you are going to as well (because i am not going to a New Years party by myself), please let me know asap. Rock on.
Today's Entry:
Pocket Full Of Kryptonite - The be used when referring to a "cock blocker" or anything that might severely impare your ability to do something you really really want to do.
"Man, I was totally getting on great with that chick in the bar, but then this dude comes out of nowhere with a pocket full of kryptonite, so it looks like I am going to be going home alone."
Ok, so I don't know how many of you frequent Starbucks, but I know there are many stores out there that now ask their baristas to ask for the customers name when ordering drinks, so they can write it on your cups and then call your drink out by your name as apposed to your drink (odds are in your favor that someone will not have the same name as you, but still have the same drink, making it easier for you to grab the right latte). It also serves to help the people who might not understand the markings on the cups as to what drink is what when there are a number of them up on the counter. I am very happy that I never had to do this in Manhattan, and my manager tried to make us do it in Suffern, but I never gave in (except when the manager was actually in the store and I didn't have a choice). Apparently they have started it in my old store (which is somewhat on my way to work, so I do stop in every now and again). Why do I bring this up? Why for anarchy of entertainment, of course. You see, there are maybe only 5 or so people who still work at my old store who worked there when I did, and for long enough to actually know who I am. And every now and then, they will call my order out to the barista on bar followed by a "for Josh" (for example, "I need a grande skim chai for Josh"), and then the barista at the bar repeats the order back and marks the cup, sometimes with my name on it. I realized this is a perfect oportunity to have some fun without hurting people (a nice change of pace from my typical "only can have fun at the immense pain and suffering of others" schtick that I usually do). The last time I was in the Starbucks and they were doing the name thing was on Wednesday (I also noted that the manager was on the floor at the time). One of my former fellow baristas (who is now a shift supervisor, and thusly had the task of taking orders and calling drinks and filling "drip" orders), was at the side of the store where I was in line (I usually look for people I know when chosing sides, odds are I will get a free or cheaper drink). So I placed my order "I'd like a grande skim chai for Estabon." My friend behind the counter laughed, and called out my drink "I need a grande skim chai for Estabon" to which the barista behind the bar responded "a grande skim chai for Estabon." The barista behind the bar did not know who I was, so for all she knew, Estabon was my name. My friend who took the order from me, knew my name wasn't Estabon, and I am pretty sure she realized that it was just a name I pulled out of my ass, and the drink was really just for me. We were both ammused when the bar barista put the drink on the counter announcing "I have on grande skim chai for Estabon up at the bar!" Sadly, she did not write Estabon on the cup, which I was kind of looking forward to, but at least I had the name yelled a total of 3 times by people who were not myself, and not only entertained myself, but also my friend working behind the counter (who seemed to be having an otherwise not so fun morning). I think it would be a fun thing for anyone to try next time you are at your local Starbucks, or even jsut a completely strange Starbucks, so long as they are asking for names when you order. You can even challenge yourself by trying to top the obscutiry/zaniness of the name you give yourself for your beverage. Just remember they don't typically ask for names on regular drip coffee, so try to order a bar drink if you get the oportunity. I can see this also being fun at a restaurant when making a reservation and or putting your name in to wait for a table. Estabon was already used, and thusly can't be used by anyone else. The number one rule is not to do/say anything that can get someone in trouble, but will make someone laugh (even if that someone is yourself and you only laugh in your head, so long as it is someone).
My self-teaching guitar lessons are going swimmingly. I can fumble through one chord change so far (G Major to E minor to A Major) and I am slowly learning other chords, and hopefully will get better on my transitions. One thing Mike taught me last night was that I have to work more on understanding music theory before I can really learn to play the guitar. So today I printed out a bunch of lessons on music theory, and will be studying them while on my trip to Israel as well as any other free chance I get, until I can at least remeber theory enough to understand chord composition and then apply it to my practice.
Speaking of Israel, I haven't spoken about it in a while, and the trip is coming up on me fast, only 9 more days (not counting today) until I head out to Newark Airport and meet my fellow travelers and then sit in a giant asprin with wings (get the reference?) for 13 hours. So exciting. I am going to have to make sure i spend a good portion of next saturday not only doing all my packing, but making sure I have everything I am going to need for the trip. And then making sure a second and third time as well, because I know if I didn't check three times, I'd get to Israel and be like "Damn IT, I forgot to pack EVERYTHING!" Of course I am sure everyone on the trip would appreciate me walking around naked, I just think I would be cold doing so, and the shrinkage would not be flattering...I'd look almost average, ewwwww. One thing I am really looking forward to, taking pictures. Does that sound weird? I don't think so, because I have my digital camera, and will have a chance and desire to take some really great money shots or the sights I will be seeing. Sure I could just take it all in and "remember" things, but as well all know I was very well aqainted with substance abuse in college, and has rendered my brain useless except when it comes to music, television, movies and sex. Pictures just make remembering easier. Just like I don't remember "Catcher in the Rye" that well, but I sure as hell remember "The Little Engine That Could".
Ok, I am going to stop this nonsense before it gets even more rambling. But before I do, I need to point out that I have nothing going on for New years this year. I Didn't think about this until it was too late, so if anyone knows of anything that won't cost me to go to it (I don't mind paying for drinks, but i don't feel like paying to get in a door), and also something you are going to as well (because i am not going to a New Years party by myself), please let me know asap. Rock on.
Today's Entry:
Pocket Full Of Kryptonite - The be used when referring to a "cock blocker" or anything that might severely impare your ability to do something you really really want to do.
"Man, I was totally getting on great with that chick in the bar, but then this dude comes out of nowhere with a pocket full of kryptonite, so it looks like I am going to be going home alone."