no monument of tacky gold
Happy birthday to jn_oscargrouch! My parents also have a friend whose birthday is today, who is kind of the real-life Tobias Fünke. (My dad just started watching S1 of Arrested Development so I asked if he agreed, and he laughed and laughed and laaaaaaaauuughed and said, "OH, YEAH.")
The Starbucks drama continues, kind of. I've noticed the other baristas try to get my drink away from Pink Lipstick, and she always tries to get it back, like, girl, figure it out, I've complained about your drink-making skills and you STILL REFUSE to make it correctly, so why are you so determined to make my beverage? Today my favorite barista there kind of wrestled it away from her at the last minute, and gave me a "thanks, sweetie" when she gave me my drink, like she felt my pain. So hooray for awesome baristas. (Sometimes I still miss being one. I had a ball during those few years.)
(Last night the waiter put a lime wedge instead of a cherry in my mexihattan, and I felt like such a heinous wench for asking for the cherry, like how picky can one girl be with drinks?... though I am called the beverage girl for a reason! The cherry at the end is my favorite part, though. Deny me that? No way!)
Some dumbass magazine rep called me the other day and kept referring to me by my boss' name even though I corrected him about three times, and I just received his magazines, and for some reason he attached a British Columbian lottery ticket. Would any of my Canadian ladies like it? I'll totally split the $10 million with you if I win!
The Starbucks drama continues, kind of. I've noticed the other baristas try to get my drink away from Pink Lipstick, and she always tries to get it back, like, girl, figure it out, I've complained about your drink-making skills and you STILL REFUSE to make it correctly, so why are you so determined to make my beverage? Today my favorite barista there kind of wrestled it away from her at the last minute, and gave me a "thanks, sweetie" when she gave me my drink, like she felt my pain. So hooray for awesome baristas. (Sometimes I still miss being one. I had a ball during those few years.)
(Last night the waiter put a lime wedge instead of a cherry in my mexihattan, and I felt like such a heinous wench for asking for the cherry, like how picky can one girl be with drinks?... though I am called the beverage girl for a reason! The cherry at the end is my favorite part, though. Deny me that? No way!)
Some dumbass magazine rep called me the other day and kept referring to me by my boss' name even though I corrected him about three times, and I just received his magazines, and for some reason he attached a British Columbian lottery ticket. Would any of my Canadian ladies like it? I'll totally split the $10 million with you if I win!