Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Retards in Fluorescent Pink Baseball Caps First day at Starbucks today. Yes kids, if you go to university and really apply yourself, work hard and get your degree you too may one day have access to such possibilities!!!! Fuck. Another low point in my life. Or is it? I can't decide whether it's a massive pill to swallow, or if it's ok for me to be working at a minimum wage barista job, since I've chosen to be there. I'm trying to remain upbeat about it, but no matter how hard I try, there's still that snob in me that shudders at the idea of reliving my Tastee-Freez days. (shudder) It's another retail food outlet, with another baseball cap. Although, admittedly, this cap is at least tasteful and a normal size... not fluorescent pink and standing six inches off my forehead in complete conflict to the other colours of my uniform. Suck it up, Shively. It's a job, and it's not forever. Working is a good thing, though. Aside from the obvious reasons of cash flow and making a positive contribution to society, it makes you better appreciate your time off from work. I think this gig at Starbucks will probably average 20 - 30 hours a week, which is more than enough to keep the money level where I need it but still have enough free time that I can enjoy being here. Because, at the end of the day, that's the whole reason for being in California. I sure as hell didn't quit my job to move here and work at Starbucks. Having said all of that, I have to admit that when I was sweeping the floor there today all I could hear was the voice of that super-bitch Diane Kilman in Burns Lake saying, "Well that was really worth it, hey Holly? Four years at university to come back here and waitress at the same job???" Bitch-whore. Maybe it's not Diane I'm battling... maybe it's my own demons... the ones that live in my head. On a positive note, it was another beauuuuuutiful sunny day here in Redondo Beach. Oh, and Starbucks seems to be a watering hole within a watering hole for Hot Men. And not a lot of them sporting rings; I'll admit it, I did a secret survey in my head. Not that well-off, good looking, intelligent, single men generally flock to Starbucks in search of their modern-day Cinderella... but surely there's no harm in looking???? Day two is tomorrow... I hate starting new jobs. That whole 'retard syndrome' phase when you have no idea what you're doing and even the absolute simplest task seems like a challenge because you're... well... a retard. I hate it. I'm not a big fan of learning new things... I don't like feeling stupid, so I just don't subject myself to situations where I don't know what I'm doing. This explains a lot about me, doesn't it? Worst case scenario, I get a free coffee drink out of the deal every day, plus one pound of beans each week. WOO-HOO! Oh shit... well, I guess you all know what you're getting for Christmas this year.... |