If you’ve ever wanted to go nuts on a rude customer, read “John Mayer, John Lennon And A Good Old-Fashioned Fistfight At 7 am In The Morning” (via @robertbruce). It’s a story about a man at Starbucks, waiting in line, and what he does to the incredibly rude customer in front of him.
Luebbe got me started on espresso.
I’ve only tried two different kinds so far — Random Coffee Roaster in Lincoln, NE, and Starbucks. My vote goes to Random, but Starbucks isn’t bad. The days I get the double-shot (Doppio Espresso – lame name) on my lunch break, I walk back to the work and sit down with a caffeine buzz ready to pound away at people’s personal problems manifest in the form of their wireless phones.
And the buzz makes it all feel okay.
It’s been 164 days since I’ve had any other kind of buzz. (You can calculate the time between two dates here at timeanddate.com. Or just ask Jake to count it up for you.)
Not much happens when not much changes. Or rather, not much worth talking about happens when not much changes.
I stopped by Starbucks yesterday and got a free cafe mocha ’cause my friend Liz hooked me up. (She’s the woman I knew back when we were in high school.) I like mochas and I like ‘em better when they’re free.
Work is going well. I’ll start working the late, late shift after next week — my shift beginning before Conan O’Brien and lasting much, much later. Can you say “Good Morning, America?”
Note: Something is wrong with your social life if frustration emerges at not being able to watch TV shows the day they show.
That is all.