Monthly Archive for November, 2005

My parents finally decided to make a purchase of a new vehicle.

They bought a 2005 Chevy Malibu which was formerly a rental car in Hawaii.

Therefore, they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse on their old car.

I am now the proud owner of their 1998 Ford Escort with slightly over 70,000 miles on it.

Of course, I bought it for less than half of the blue book value. So that made me kind of happy in the pants.

Right, so when I went into work this morning, it was awesome. Y’know, one of those early mornings when you just wanna start shooting people ’cause it’s so freezing, and the gun would probably warm you up… but other than that, it was pretty awesome.

Lunchtime rolls around, and the wind is blowing. Not just a little breeze, but the type of wind that just wants to start hurling small cars at your face but just can’t get up the swirli-ness.

I go on my last break, and it’s raining.

It’s still raining 30 minutes later when I get off work.

It’s still raining 30 minutes later when my mother gets off work and comes to pick me up.

70 minutes later, when I get out of my mother’s car at school, I think about how calm and clear it is outside. That’s when it hits me…

It’s gonna snow.

About an hour later, it did.

I came back outside when class was over, and it’s encased in snowy ice. I can barely work the door handle. Finally, it opens.

I crank up the heating defrost, and grab the trusty brush that’s been in my mother’s car ever since she got her license. I then proceed to scrape the ice off of the mirrors. Then I just take off when I can barely see! Yippie!

Yeah… I just love driving on icy roads (not my fault) at dangerously high speeds (OK, so that one was my fault. What? Haven’t you ever heard of the magic of a vehicle placed at just the correct angle into a power pole, which causes a power outage that makes, say, an entire school lose power for a long time?).

Gah, my work schedule is just getting out of control.

I mean, first I’m scheduled to work back-to-back shifts of 7:30-4. That’s bad enough, right?

Well, around 10 this morning, Andrea, who was supposed to close Starbucks tonight, called in sick. That put us in a right panicky mode, since the only people who know how to close Starbucks are myself, Andrea, Ben, Brandy, Courtney, and Nicole. Well, I wasn’t going to stay to close after opening, and since Courtney opened Food Avenue this morning, she was out too. Nicole was the opening GSTL, so that wasn’t an option. So the only one we had left was Ben, who’s been complaining about how few hours he got this week… which, ironically, so had Andrea. So we call Ben, and he doesn’t want to take the shift.

After that, we try to figure things out, and Lindsay, the midshift worker over in Food Avenue, tells us that she’ll learn how to close. So we decide that’s the only way that’s gonna work. Unfortuanely, Lindsay only knew how to make Frappuchinos. So I had to train her to make everything else in two hours.

That didn’t happen. Instead, I end up staying an hour late, doing most of the tasks of closing so it’d be easier on both Lindsay at night and myself in the morning.

And now I’m going to bed, since I have to be awake at 5:30 tomorrow morning (yet again……..)

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Right, so the other day, I’m driving home from work. It’s dark. I’m having fun, cruising down County Line, or something like that.

Then, I turn onto Clarkson. I’m happily speeding down the street, when I see a pair of headlights shining out of the cross street. I’m thinking, “hmmm, those headlights look a little weird…. they almost look like… HOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYYYY CCCCRRRRAAAAPPPPPP!!!!! *SCRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCHHHH*!”. That’s right, they were the headlights of an Arapahoe County Sheriff’s Deputy. Fortunately, he was leaving that trap for a better place, so he didn’t catch me. However, he did follow me down Clarkson, and therefore I was driving a little less stupidly than I usually do. I even stopped at that gay stopsign. But that’s not the point.

The point is that the cop followed me over a mile. Then he parked in the church parking lot at the corner of Clarkson & Dry Creek.

Right, so today is the day that every Starbucks location in the country transitions to the holiday set.

I worked this transition the other day, and I gotta tell ya, it was really great. Except for the fact that I had to sit behind two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. Oh, wait, that’s a song. Never mind.

The point is that I didn’t go in to work until 9:00 last night. I thought I’d only be there an hour at most, but we (my boss Brandy and I) didn’t get even CLOSE to being finished until 10:45, at which time everyone was threatening to kill us if we didn’t stop, clock out, and leave. After all, the LODs refused to open the doors until we were done. So we left Brandy a huge mess to clean up this morning. It’s all good, though. We got the major aspects of the transition done, except for the holiday trim on our floor baskets, since the Kent Distribution Center (in Seattle) failed to send us that box.

I get to go in tomorrow. I don’t know what time right now, but sometime.

Right, so I went on a random driving expedition tonight, and on the way home, I got stopped at a railroad crossing.

Then, this guy pulls up behind me, and decides he’s gonna be an utter asshat. He starts honking his horn at me and everyone else waiting there, like it was helping the train to move faster or something. I sat like that for at least 10 minutes before the train decided to leave. Then, of course, the asshat cuts over to the next lane just to cut me off.

You’d think some people could learn a little patience. Frickin’ Idiot.

Right, so it’s been a while since I’ve cleaned house around here, or posted, or really done anything.

I’ve been having too much fun with my parents out of town for an entire two weeks, though.

Uhm… I had a piece of spam that earned a karma of NEGATIVE 666.75, due to it’s use of 24 links. Naturally, there were other items that lowered that spam’s karma, but that’s the main one.

I’m planning on installing the “Connections” theme into my blog later today. I believe that one is compatible with Spam Karma, which will allow everyone to make comments easily (without being redirected to the captcha) while still keeping spam out. Stay tuned. I’m out.