Day #23 or ACG's high on coffee
Dec. 23rd, 2015 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, this is what happens when you’re too well known at the local Starbucks.
I tend not to go into the stand alone corporate Starbucks across the street from my house. There was a time when they had a really good crew of people working in there. The kind that greeted you, knew your drink, and were genuinely happy to see you there. Then, over the course of a few years, the turnover was great and none of the people working there seemed to care about any of the customers. They were always too interested in talking to each other to even acknowledge your presence. This is about the time I stopped visiting the corporate store and started patronizing the Starbucks inside my grocery store, not a mile from the corporate store.
My daily coffee is my one indulgence. I don’t eat lunch out, I don’t buy shoes, I don’t wear makeup, I don’t do a lot of things that other people do. Hell, I’ve even pretty much stopped buying books and use the library 99% of the time these days. So, I treat myself to Starbucks during the week. Because of this, the ladies that work at my store know me very well. Tina, the manager, even knows my kids’ drinks by heart, going so far as to refer to my older girl’s drink as a Taylor Special.
Sometimes, mostly on payroll Wednesday, I’ll walk into the store, wave at whomever is working that morning, and make my way to the back of the store for one of those little rolls of Hostess chocolate donettes. You know the ones, I know you do. Although I did payroll yesterday, I thought I’d splurge and have some donuts this morning, so I walked past, said hi to Tina and got my treat. On my way back, I see Kim, another of the baristas, say hi and take my place in line. When I get up to pay, Tina pushed my coffee forward and I hear Kim say, “You already made her coffee? I made her one, too.” Tina gives Kim a look, then starts laughing. “I guess you get two today.”
Yeah, this is what my husband refers to as ‘gambling at Starbucks’ and I love it. Now, let’s see if I can make it through the day without getting fired because I came to work with 60 oz of high powered caffeine in my hands.
I tend not to go into the stand alone corporate Starbucks across the street from my house. There was a time when they had a really good crew of people working in there. The kind that greeted you, knew your drink, and were genuinely happy to see you there. Then, over the course of a few years, the turnover was great and none of the people working there seemed to care about any of the customers. They were always too interested in talking to each other to even acknowledge your presence. This is about the time I stopped visiting the corporate store and started patronizing the Starbucks inside my grocery store, not a mile from the corporate store.
My daily coffee is my one indulgence. I don’t eat lunch out, I don’t buy shoes, I don’t wear makeup, I don’t do a lot of things that other people do. Hell, I’ve even pretty much stopped buying books and use the library 99% of the time these days. So, I treat myself to Starbucks during the week. Because of this, the ladies that work at my store know me very well. Tina, the manager, even knows my kids’ drinks by heart, going so far as to refer to my older girl’s drink as a Taylor Special.
Sometimes, mostly on payroll Wednesday, I’ll walk into the store, wave at whomever is working that morning, and make my way to the back of the store for one of those little rolls of Hostess chocolate donettes. You know the ones, I know you do. Although I did payroll yesterday, I thought I’d splurge and have some donuts this morning, so I walked past, said hi to Tina and got my treat. On my way back, I see Kim, another of the baristas, say hi and take my place in line. When I get up to pay, Tina pushed my coffee forward and I hear Kim say, “You already made her coffee? I made her one, too.” Tina gives Kim a look, then starts laughing. “I guess you get two today.”
Yeah, this is what my husband refers to as ‘gambling at Starbucks’ and I love it. Now, let’s see if I can make it through the day without getting fired because I came to work with 60 oz of high powered caffeine in my hands.
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Date: 2015-12-23 04:38 pm (UTC)that is all!
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Date: 2015-12-23 08:57 pm (UTC)I don't do all the things either, but neither do I do coffee out (why when the instant is free in the orifice? HA!), but that's okay, I do indulge on things occasionally. ;-)
And I don't know your donettes either, but that's what happens when you're not American! We have plenty of our own fun foods here! ;-)
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