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VD-Day Lovin’

Alright, folks, it’s Saint Valentine’s Day and I could not be more ecstatic.  Ha.  I am from the camp of people who believe V-Day is just another sham holiday created by shrewd businesspeople wanting to make a buck.  Wait, did I say V-Day?  I meant to say VD-Day, as one of my coworkers accidentally called it today.  Perfect.  Express your love by spreading STDs.  I’ll spread love with words.  Listen up for your name…

    Joan- When Ben was five minutes late, I almost wanted to call you.  Several times today, when the phone rang, I almost thought it was you.  When I look at the last schedule you made, and see your handwriting, it’s almost like you’re still here.  We’re going to miss you more than you know.  Who will our next manager be?  Someone not as good as you.

Mom- Why do you still give me rides?  Seriously.  I am such a loser.  My goal is to pass the driver’s test before the month is out.  By your birthday, I want my license.  And on that day, I can give YOU a ride and show you how important you are to me.  You are such a good person and such a good mother.  Don’t ever doubt yourself.  You are my rock.  My rock.  I wouldn’t survive without you.

    Dad- You work so hard.  So ridiculously nonstop.  How do you do it?  Really, I want to know, because I need whatever you’ve got.  It’s intelligence, it’s ambition, but it’s also character.  You have the best character out of anyone I know.  And I’m not saying that just because you’re my dad.  You are amazing.  You are the most stable, reliable force in my life.  Thank you.

Andy- Oh my God, boy!  Why didn’t you TELL us that you were Chief Programmer for a really popular website?!  Damn!  Congrats!  You impress me so much with your computer knowledge and initiative.  You are brilliant.  You have the potential to do anything.  Do it.  I know you can.  Listen and hear me.  Write that essay.  You have a kickass vocabulary and are very articulate.  I believe in you.

    Brooke- Oh, my Brookie-loo, my chica, I love you.  Even though you are at UGA, getting ready to graduate early, and I am at home, being a starving artist, we are connected.  We just fit.  I really hope we will remain friends for a very long time, because we understand each other.  It’s not often that that happens.  You are like my long lost sister.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so supportive during my nutcase phase (aka now).  I’ll be coming to Athens soon to see you.  You keep me afloat. 

Nick- I miss you everyday.  We used to be like siblings.  Now you are so far away, living this different life, and I really miss the long days and nights we spent together.  Since freaking sixth grade!  You will always be important to me.  We NEED to stay in touch.  I love you like I love sunny days and big hugs (a whole lot).

    Pino- You are quite a person.  So very smart, so very sweet, and so very good.  I really admire you for supporting yourself.  That is an impressive feat.  I also completely understand your problems with school.  We’re alike more than you know.  In all the bad ways, haha.  You and my brother are the same person, too.  In the good ways.  I really miss having your comforting presence around.  We need to talk more!  Answer my messages, boy!

Michael Marie- I really wish we had been better friends in high school.  I’m so glad we are getting closer now, though.  You are such an strong, interesting, intelligent person, and you should never think otherwise.  I just think you’re awesome.  :)  Thank you for your kind words and for listening to me when I needed to be heard.  We need to hang out more, even though you are at Berry.  I should come visit you.

    Mandy- Girl, we are friends for life, no matter what happens.  I will always support you.  We NEED to hang out more.  I’m here.  Even though we have grown into two very different people, we still have that connection, that bond.  It will never go away.  Really.  I got you, babe. :)

Kristine (Stini)- My sista from another mista, my Asian lover, my biffle for life; I could not miss you more.  Why can’t we be together?!  It sucks.  Your very presence can brighten my life.  And when you’re not around, all I have are memories.  I want you to know how special you are to me and how much I admire and love you.  I’m coming to the Freddy again next fall, if you’ll have me.

    Kaity- You are one in a million.  I love it.  I miss hanging out, talking, going to crazy parties.  Basically, I just think you’re nifty keen and I can’t wait to see you again this fall!  

Jordan- Some days I wonder why I met you.  I was torn away rom you too soon.  You are such a fantastic person and I am SO mad that I can’t be with you.  Your talent and love of writing is something that I really appreciate.  We are the same person, basically.  Keep it up.  I’ll be sure to stay in touch.

    Trish (T-licious)- Okay, missy, here it is: you’ve changed me.  You’ve opened my eyes to some of the realities of the world and made me more empathetic and understanding and accepting of differences.  You’re the friend I should’ve had all my life.  You are commanding and confident, sensitive and compassionate, genuine and unapologetically you, hardworking and helpful, funny, deep, ambitious, and good to your core.  I look up to you for wisdom of all kinds and for your unmatched effort at work.  You are a fighter, a dreamer, and a doer, and I love you. Oh, and you make the best frappuccinos ever.

Ben- You’re like a crime-fighting superhero.  Barista Boy will be your name and Tuan, God of Thunder, can be your sidekick.  But forget work.  Forget the band, too.  You, all by yourself, are special.  You’re maddeningly goofy and funny, annoyingly friendly and charismatic, ridiculously unflinchable and confident, obscenely hardworking and benevolent, shockingly thoughtful and deep, and just fucking aggravatingly wonderful to be around.  I hate you.  That’s a lie.  I love you and you are one of my best friends.  Alright, the mushy parade ends here.  See me in person for abuse, disrespect, and undermining of confidence.     

    Steve- You’re the absolute sweetest sweetie pie that there ever was!  All the sappy stuff I’ve told you before still is true.  You’re incredibly smart, thoughtful, caring, helpful, ad interesting.  You are rare and precious, like a diamond.  Seriously, NEVER doubt yourself, because you are fabulous and always will be.  Deal with it.  

Jessika- Senorita Madriz, you already know how much I respect your linguistic skills and relate to your passion for design.  You’re living the dream.  School and Starbucks; a match made in Heaven.  Seriously, I think you are a powerful, wonderful person, and I wish I could be as confident and put-together as you are.  I bow down to the barista queen.

    Biruk- I’m in love with you.  The end.  You are my idol, working two demanding jobs AND going to school for architecture/engineering.  AND you speak like a bazillion languages.  AND you’re a cutie patoot.  You’re the sweetest person I’ve possibly ever met, and you always make my day happier, even when you’re in your worst mood and your nose is bleeding and you have to put the order away.  You never stop impressing me with not only your hard work, but with your honest-to-goodness kindness.  Thank you so very much.

Amy- When are we going to a metal show?  I can’t wait.  I think you are such a unique and inspiring person.  I love hearing your stories, your music, and working with you, of course.  At work, you are the most diligent, conscientious barista.  But I love when you get crazy most of all.  Never lose your zany side; it’s amazing.  I think you will accomplish great things in your life.

    Tuan (God)- You little punk.  I heart you madly.  You are so hardworking and competent, even on days when you feel like killing customers and throwing things.  You make me smile even when you frown.  Keep it up, kid, because you will go far in life, whatever you decide to do.  I only wish I worked with you more.  You make a mean frappuccino.

Anna Marie- I think you’re incredible.  So warm and bubbly and fun and full of life.  You make me giddy every time I work with you.  I think you are an excellent employee and you shouldn’t be down on yourself.  Ever.  Your enthusiasm and energy are just what we need at Starbucks.  I appreciate your kindness and openness with me and I hope that you can forgive me for what happened today.  I really genuinely respect you and love being around you.    

The Bestest Customers Do It In Line

Some highlights from my life recently:

    1) I stole my parents’ car without a license.  And drove it to work.  Way to milk it, Sarah.

2) I began school and met a really super guy in my Bio class.  We talked for an hour and a half and he walked me to my next class.  Don’t worry, he has a girlfriend.  It would really suck if I caught a break every once in awhile in the boy department. 

    3) I decided to completely change directions schoolwise, and instead of going to Tech for Computational Media, I am now planning on going to UGA for Film Studies.  I’ll still end up in Film School eventually, but I won’t have to take 2 years of Calculus to get there anymore.  I’m just too damn artsy

If you want details on any of these topics, just go ask someone who cares, because I sure don’t.  

    Moving on…

Starbucks customers!  

    Listen up to this important customer behavior bulletin! 

How To Order and Receive a Delicious Starbucks Beverage (Without Making Your Barista Want To Shove Your Face Into The Grinder):

    1) Enter the establishment.  Spend several minutes inspecting the merchandise and pastry case.  Ask for full details on anything you see.  Let you kids fondle and drop whatever they can reach.  Ask if anything is on sale.  Ask pretty please.  Bring up another store that had their merchandise on sale.

2) Get in line.  Or just sidle along the tile as slowly as you can.  Maybe you have a person with you that you can whisper to, whine at, or tug on.  Or maybe you’d prefer talking loudly into your cell phone at our faces.  Be as ambiguous as you can about your position in the line, whatever you choose to do.   

    3) Staring at the menu for five minutes is an option.  Feel free to take this decision as seriously as you would take purchasing a car.  You must be willing to look at every possible issue that may arise from buying a particular drink.  Some questions to ask yourself are: Can they make it cold?  Can they make it nonfat?  Can they make it decaf?  Can they make it with half the caffeine, twice the syrup, and soy milk?  Can they make it extra hot?  What about adding splenda?  Can I get half nonfat milk and half soy milk?  Can I get- YES.  The answer is always yes.  Just ask for it.  But be warned that your barista may hate you in direct proportion to how many inane customizations you add to a drink.  Or they may not.  Sometimes we love a good challenge.      

4) Once you have a thorough understanding of the expansive choices, order a plain black coffee.  Why deviate from a classic?

    5) If your feeling a bit friskier, you may order a more fun drink; one with plenty of strict specifications.  Never bother to learn how to order it correctly, though.  Ask for an extra hot vanilla latte without fat, 2 splendas, decaffeinated, sugar free, with whip, and 2 extra pumps.  That’s right, don’t give us the size.  Why bother with ounces?  You just want your drink done right.  Don’t even give us the size after we ask you for it. 

6) If you are one of those people who find size important, please don’t learn the names we give ours.  Just go with “small,” “in between,” and “that big size.”  If you have no clue what the sizes are and you want to find out, look up at the menu.  The size examples are sitting on the counter, but referring to the menu always shows attentiveness.  We get so many attentive customers, we don’t know what to do with them.

    7) Once you have successfully relayed your order to us, ask for the price to verify what the cash register reads.  Eager customers who toss their money directly on the counter and walk off are appreciated, as are those who shove their cards in our faces before we have a chance to punch in the order.  We really enjoy counting up exact change, too, and even any old random change you might have, but only if it takes you ten years to rummage around in your pockets or purse for it.  

8 ) When you have paid, don’t move from that spot.  Stay right where you are to block the counter from upcoming customers.

    9) If you eventually make your way over to the pass-off counter, lean on it and stare at your barista as he/she prepares your drink.  Make comments on their work, and give suggestions when necessary.  If you’re too shy for that, find a table on the farthest side of the store and don’t listen for your drink to be called.  For those close to the bar, but not leaning on it, listen closely for your drink name.  When a drink is called, make a frowny face if it is not yours and a confused expression if it is.  Or don’t make any expression at all.  We love to guess what you’re thinking.  Repeat the drink name after us and stare at the cup distastefully as you walk away.  Or better yet: take a sip and ask us to make it again.  If the barista is someone you find cute, please, oh please flirt, tease, and generally harass him or her as much as you feel like.  They’re trapped behind the counter; what they can they do in response?

These are only a few of the wide variety of positive customer behaviors that Starbucks condones.  Follow these steps and you just may find your way into a barista’s heart.  

Attention All Whores

I have a message to all you women out there. Are you listening? It’s from a friend of mine and it’s very important that you hear it. Here it is: Stop being such massive whores. Seriously, females, we need to straighten up and fly right because this guy, who apparently can speak for all men, feels that women are nothing but conniving, vain, dimwitted creatures. I have to agree for the most part, although being conniving and dimwitted at the same time seems rather difficult. I work with this guy, this cynical font of conviviality, and I know he got his inspiration for this outburst from our cherished female customers. The massive whores. The ones he is talking about come in with tight, low-cut clothing, simpering smiles, lots of makeup, overdone hair, and generally fake-ified everything else. They bat their cat eyes and push their cleavage skyward and breathily coo at our boys, who, of course, freaking love it. I have a suspicion that these women are the real reason they come to work. Well, except for this guy. He finds this behavior repulsive. He made that point very clear through the use of very sketchy language. The behavior ranges from slutty clothing to flirtatious banter to the offering of blowjobs. No joke. That last one only happened once, though. So ladies; be decent. There’s no need to be skanky. Everyone behind that counter is sweating and smells like old milk; I wouldn’t waste my time.

    Moving on. I have a question to all the men out there: Why are you older, inappropriate-for-me men so aggressive and perverted, and you younger, right-for-me men so skiddish and uninterested?? I have so many stories of shocking statements said to me by men my dad’s and grandfather’s age. Not once have I been confronted in this way by boys my own age. Boys my own age don’t even say tame, harmless niceties to me, let alone sweeping flirtatious pronouncements. What the fuck is up? Would you boys have me believe that I am so unattractive, so repulsive that I am to be ignored? Or even more unbelievable: are you scared yourselves? Is that it? Are young men so intimidated by girls, by me, that they can’t even look me in the eye and simply smile? I am through sitting around and waiting for someone to come to me. I’ve given up on that. I will need to come to them. I was rejected the first two times, but it will happen. I now finally believe that. I am finally able to believe that I am good enough to be loved and someday, I will be. In the mean time, grow some balls, boys, and please put yours away, you older “gentlemen”. You gross me out.

Peace.