I recently had lunch with a friend who is also a barista (but not at my store). Needless to say, our conversation was centered around 'our line of work' for a good portion of our time together. She passed along a website to me that asks you to type in your drink order at Starbucks. It then analyzes that information and tells you all about who you are. Since mine was pretty accurate, I naturally have to share it with you here.
My drink? A soy latte.
My personality type? Hippie.
"In addition to being a hippie, you are a hypochondriac and a health nut. You secretly think that your insistence on only consuming all-natural products is because you're so intelligent and well-informed; it's actually because you're a sucker. You've dabbled in Wicca or other pseudo-religions that attract morons and have changed your sexual orientation a few times this year. You probably live in California. Everyone who drinks tall soy latte should be forced to eat a McDonald's bacon cheeseburger.
Also drinks: Beverages with lots of marketing that says they're herbal and organic
Can also be found at: Whole Foods, indoor rock climbing facilities"
Well, let's just be honest, I hate McDonald's. And, I am dating a girl according to facebook.
I now order you all to go to the website and post your results in a comment to me. But just be prepared for some...'abrupt' answers.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I Like Dry Heat
My bedroom is hotter than Hades.
I just killed a spider in my bathroom.
Clearly the season has officially changed.
Let the melting begin.
I just killed a spider in my bathroom.
Clearly the season has officially changed.
Let the melting begin.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Startlebucks
I like my job overall so far. For a job. But, I have some observations that I have made in my 5 weeks there, and I felt like all (three) of you who read this might like to be in on the juicy info. Ok, it's not juicy. But here we go.
It is really not that difficult to clean up after customers at Starbucks. It's not like they eat entire meals there, and it's not like I am above getting rid of the aftermath of their time with us there. But sometimes I am just a little baffled by customer behavior. Some will drop an entire half of a muffin on the ground...and just leave it there. And, some people will leave their paper, DISPOSABLE cups sitting on the tables with a trash can sitting literally 6 feet away from where they sat. It's no harder for me to walk that distance to throw it away than it would have been for the customer to do it, and I suppose I even get paid to do it. But I just wonder sometimes what that implies about the person who left it there.
Also. I understand the beauty behind being able to totally customize one's drink. But when you get into things like 'A grande mocha in a doubled up venti cup with 1 and 1/2 pumps of regular syrup, 1 pump of sugar free syrup, two sweet and lows, no foam, with light whip cream, half-caffeinated, and a couple ice cubes at the bottom, with non fat milk steamed to 165 degrees', you can't hardly fit all of that on the cup. How did that person ever manage to come up with such a conundrum? Would they truly notice if I put 2 whole pumps of mocha in as opposed to 1 and 1/2? Don't you feel like this implies something kind of lame about our society? And I work there. Oh my. Ps: I am sorry if you are one of those customers and you are reading this. I will continue to try and get very, very good at writing in miniscule font with a sharpie.
On a positive note, I am glad to report that I do not have to answer the phone with any sort of ridiculous motto that is entirely staged and fake. Such as, "Thank you for calling the Overland Park Pets Hotel where pet are family, this is Becca, how can I help you?"; a declaration so freaking moronic that customers LAUGH at you as you gasp for breath after sputtering out the last word. Additionally, I get to wear a polo that does not have sleeves which come down past my elbows. My store discount doubled. And, perhaps best of all, I do not have a creeper boss. YAY.
It is really not that difficult to clean up after customers at Starbucks. It's not like they eat entire meals there, and it's not like I am above getting rid of the aftermath of their time with us there. But sometimes I am just a little baffled by customer behavior. Some will drop an entire half of a muffin on the ground...and just leave it there. And, some people will leave their paper, DISPOSABLE cups sitting on the tables with a trash can sitting literally 6 feet away from where they sat. It's no harder for me to walk that distance to throw it away than it would have been for the customer to do it, and I suppose I even get paid to do it. But I just wonder sometimes what that implies about the person who left it there.
Also. I understand the beauty behind being able to totally customize one's drink. But when you get into things like 'A grande mocha in a doubled up venti cup with 1 and 1/2 pumps of regular syrup, 1 pump of sugar free syrup, two sweet and lows, no foam, with light whip cream, half-caffeinated, and a couple ice cubes at the bottom, with non fat milk steamed to 165 degrees', you can't hardly fit all of that on the cup. How did that person ever manage to come up with such a conundrum? Would they truly notice if I put 2 whole pumps of mocha in as opposed to 1 and 1/2? Don't you feel like this implies something kind of lame about our society? And I work there. Oh my. Ps: I am sorry if you are one of those customers and you are reading this. I will continue to try and get very, very good at writing in miniscule font with a sharpie.
On a positive note, I am glad to report that I do not have to answer the phone with any sort of ridiculous motto that is entirely staged and fake. Such as, "Thank you for calling the Overland Park Pets Hotel where pet are family, this is Becca, how can I help you?"; a declaration so freaking moronic that customers LAUGH at you as you gasp for breath after sputtering out the last word. Additionally, I get to wear a polo that does not have sleeves which come down past my elbows. My store discount doubled. And, perhaps best of all, I do not have a creeper boss. YAY.
Monday, April 14, 2008
A Demo Dog?
Every dog trainer needs a demo dog. That is by and large (what a weird phrase) the reason I adopted Gabe.
This is what I got.
Ok, so he is a little better than this now. But he definitely adds his own...'sparkle' to everything he does.
In other news, I was advised to write here about how great Kansas City is. So I will now do that.
First of all, KC Masterpiece barbeque sauce is so good. And although native Kansas Cityans seem to think I am inferior for making it my sauce of choice...I stand by my taste. It DOES have KC in the title after all, people.
Secondly, I would like to say that, upon coming out of the mall this evening at about 5ish, the weather was absolutely amazing. I was wearing jeans, and no coat, and it was absolutely comfortable and perfect. And I thought why can't it be like this every day? Oh, and also I had a couple of shirts on too. Just thought I should clarify that.
Third, there are very cool people to get to know. And they are all advocates of me liking Kansas City. And that is great to me.
Fourthly, I am not a sports guru. But I did love the Jayhawks winning last week. And also, the Royals are doing very well so far.I felt obligated to mention that.
Fifthly, my family is here. And they rule. Check out all of their blizzogs.
God is good. I like to think I am going to make it these days.
This is what I got.
Ok, so he is a little better than this now. But he definitely adds his own...'sparkle' to everything he does.
In other news, I was advised to write here about how great Kansas City is. So I will now do that.
First of all, KC Masterpiece barbeque sauce is so good. And although native Kansas Cityans seem to think I am inferior for making it my sauce of choice...I stand by my taste. It DOES have KC in the title after all, people.
Secondly, I would like to say that, upon coming out of the mall this evening at about 5ish, the weather was absolutely amazing. I was wearing jeans, and no coat, and it was absolutely comfortable and perfect. And I thought why can't it be like this every day? Oh, and also I had a couple of shirts on too. Just thought I should clarify that.
Third, there are very cool people to get to know. And they are all advocates of me liking Kansas City. And that is great to me.
Fourthly, I am not a sports guru. But I did love the Jayhawks winning last week. And also, the Royals are doing very well so far.I felt obligated to mention that.
Fifthly, my family is here. And they rule. Check out all of their blizzogs.
God is good. I like to think I am going to make it these days.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
My Biz-nass
Tomorrow, I am going to get business cards printed. For my business. It's a very informal business at the moment, and I'm kind of trying to take it slow and not get overwhelmed right away. But I must say that I have a very talented best friend Emily who made me a kick-ass (doesn't that SOUND professional?) logo that I will be plaster on everything my clients get their hands on.
And here it is (in black and white, because I don't have the color one on me at the moment):
Sorry the quality is not a little better right now. I just really wanted to show you but don't currently have a good saved file of it. Imagine it in Khaki and Red, and not all off to the side. And bigger.
Isn't she talented??? I love having cool friends.
And here it is (in black and white, because I don't have the color one on me at the moment):
Sorry the quality is not a little better right now. I just really wanted to show you but don't currently have a good saved file of it. Imagine it in Khaki and Red, and not all off to the side. And bigger.
Isn't she talented??? I love having cool friends.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
He Works in Mysterious Ways
I'll admit, I have a hard time writing 'emotional' posts. Keep it lighthearted, keep it funny at times - don't expose the depths of your heart. Even beyond my blog, I don't easily open up to an extreme degree with very many people. At the risk of this sounding 'Guideposts' or cheesy, I want to share a little story.
First of all, Gabe brought me an entire roll of paper towels. In his mouth. But I'll come back to that.
I was talking to my beautiful friend Melissa online today. She is someone I only have met in person one time, but we have stayed in touch. Something between us just clicked as soon as I met her, and her friendship has been an extreme blessing over the last few years. She understands so much about where I am coming from on many things, not to mention we have a dandy time discussing the latest 'American Idol' or our thoughts on where 'Lost' is headed.
The conversation ended up taking a turn that led me to opening up to her about just what I have been through in the past couple of years, particularly the last 7 months. It's not something I'll choose to describe in detail here, but it had to do with a very significant relationship in my life ending with someone so special to me. And as I shared with her and re-lived some of the worst moments of my lifetime, the tears just came. Some of the wounds are still more fresh than I maybe realized, and tears soon turned into sobs. (It's been a rough year, ok?) It wasn't long before I broke into that roll of paper towels, blowing my nose and wiping my eyes. There it was, the 'Guideposts' moment; it hit me that maybe God allowed Gabe to be a butt head just to lift my spirits a little. Had he not carried them to me, I would have at least had to walk the twelve feet over to the sink for a paper towel...It was a reminder that God does care about tears that feel futile, and that He is here whether I believe it or not.
Recently, Melissa shared a quote from C.S. Lewis with me, and it has proven to be extremely life-giving and hope-filling over the last few weeks.
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from the perturbations of love is Hell."
In addition to getting a perm, I think I might get these words tattooed across my forehead, so I will constantly re-read them.
There. I am done being emo now.
First of all, Gabe brought me an entire roll of paper towels. In his mouth. But I'll come back to that.
I was talking to my beautiful friend Melissa online today. She is someone I only have met in person one time, but we have stayed in touch. Something between us just clicked as soon as I met her, and her friendship has been an extreme blessing over the last few years. She understands so much about where I am coming from on many things, not to mention we have a dandy time discussing the latest 'American Idol' or our thoughts on where 'Lost' is headed.
The conversation ended up taking a turn that led me to opening up to her about just what I have been through in the past couple of years, particularly the last 7 months. It's not something I'll choose to describe in detail here, but it had to do with a very significant relationship in my life ending with someone so special to me. And as I shared with her and re-lived some of the worst moments of my lifetime, the tears just came. Some of the wounds are still more fresh than I maybe realized, and tears soon turned into sobs. (It's been a rough year, ok?) It wasn't long before I broke into that roll of paper towels, blowing my nose and wiping my eyes. There it was, the 'Guideposts' moment; it hit me that maybe God allowed Gabe to be a butt head just to lift my spirits a little. Had he not carried them to me, I would have at least had to walk the twelve feet over to the sink for a paper towel...It was a reminder that God does care about tears that feel futile, and that He is here whether I believe it or not.
Recently, Melissa shared a quote from C.S. Lewis with me, and it has proven to be extremely life-giving and hope-filling over the last few weeks.
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from the perturbations of love is Hell."
In addition to getting a perm, I think I might get these words tattooed across my forehead, so I will constantly re-read them.
There. I am done being emo now.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Throwing Thoughts Tonight
I don't really have a purpose or theme behind today's blogging, so let me just throw some thoughts at you.
Gabe outdid himself the other night when he broke into a box of S.O.S. pads. For those of you who may not know exactly what to picture when hearing the words 'S.O.S. pads': S.O.S Soap Pad is a trade name for a scouring pad, used for cleaning dishes, and made from steel wool impregnated with soap.
Yes, that is right. Gabe Parsons somehow managed to find enjoyment in STEEL WOOL IMPREGNATED WITH SOAP.
Here is how we figure it must have gone down. Dad was working on something underneath of the kitchen sink. He probably turned his back at some point, and Gabe descended, carrying away the box secretly. He pulled out all but one S.O.S. pad in the dining room and tore them to shreds (doesn't that remind you of chewing on tinfoil or something???). I returned from church at about 10:00 or so that night, and the dining room was dark so I wouldn't have noticed anything. But Gabe, being the jolly guy he is, greeted me with enthusiasm, disappeared for a moment, and then returned with the almost empty box in his mouth, triumphantly displaying it for all to see. It was then that I saw the shadows of a mess on the floor, and turned on the dining room light. Yep, steel wool. And blue powder. Everywhere. I didn't think to take a picture of it this time, but it was almost as amazing as his litterbox heyday. So far, Gabe has shown no signs of sickness. Or remorse, for that matter. At least his shenanigans give me something to write about...
I really really want to buy a Forester. Especially if gas keeps going up in price. It will be so sad to part with the truck - he's like an old friend - but it's looking more and more like the smart thing to do to get rid of him. He's a high maintenance guy with financial demands I simply cannot really choose to deal with.
I am highly considering a perm for my summer hair-do. Any thoughts on that? I feel like it's one of those things that I could adore because it would be so easy to do before work or whatever, but it could also turn out looking quite horrendous. Like one of these beauts perhaps:
Working at Starbucks has been very enjoyable over all so far. No boss who wants to 'hang' outside of work, no stupid trainer who randomly disappears to socialize with customers while I man the ship, no making less than minimum wage (thank you, The Magnus). And you know what? These people actually appreciate me I think! Pretty much every time I wrap up a shift, they tell me good job and that I am a sweet girl, a fast learner. Just those few words of encouragement really help me push through the awkward times of being the new employee. How cheesy but great.
Gabe outdid himself the other night when he broke into a box of S.O.S. pads. For those of you who may not know exactly what to picture when hearing the words 'S.O.S. pads': S.O.S Soap Pad is a trade name for a scouring pad, used for cleaning dishes, and made from steel wool impregnated with soap.
Yes, that is right. Gabe Parsons somehow managed to find enjoyment in STEEL WOOL IMPREGNATED WITH SOAP.
Here is how we figure it must have gone down. Dad was working on something underneath of the kitchen sink. He probably turned his back at some point, and Gabe descended, carrying away the box secretly. He pulled out all but one S.O.S. pad in the dining room and tore them to shreds (doesn't that remind you of chewing on tinfoil or something???). I returned from church at about 10:00 or so that night, and the dining room was dark so I wouldn't have noticed anything. But Gabe, being the jolly guy he is, greeted me with enthusiasm, disappeared for a moment, and then returned with the almost empty box in his mouth, triumphantly displaying it for all to see. It was then that I saw the shadows of a mess on the floor, and turned on the dining room light. Yep, steel wool. And blue powder. Everywhere. I didn't think to take a picture of it this time, but it was almost as amazing as his litterbox heyday. So far, Gabe has shown no signs of sickness. Or remorse, for that matter. At least his shenanigans give me something to write about...
I really really want to buy a Forester. Especially if gas keeps going up in price. It will be so sad to part with the truck - he's like an old friend - but it's looking more and more like the smart thing to do to get rid of him. He's a high maintenance guy with financial demands I simply cannot really choose to deal with.
I am highly considering a perm for my summer hair-do. Any thoughts on that? I feel like it's one of those things that I could adore because it would be so easy to do before work or whatever, but it could also turn out looking quite horrendous. Like one of these beauts perhaps:
Working at Starbucks has been very enjoyable over all so far. No boss who wants to 'hang' outside of work, no stupid trainer who randomly disappears to socialize with customers while I man the ship, no making less than minimum wage (thank you, The Magnus). And you know what? These people actually appreciate me I think! Pretty much every time I wrap up a shift, they tell me good job and that I am a sweet girl, a fast learner. Just those few words of encouragement really help me push through the awkward times of being the new employee. How cheesy but great.
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