Thursday, June 28, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Yum.
It's cloudy, rainy, breezy, and cool. I like that. Yum.
I haven't been able to blog much lately, mainly because my schedule is this: wake up around 4:30am, go to work (sometimes at the coffee shop and sometimes at the internship), then either class or rehearsal, then around midnight I arrive home only to go straight to bed and wake up at 4:30am all over again.
That is one reason (among many others) that I have officially put in my two weeks at unnamed coffee shop. I just can't do it anymore guys. I need my beauty rest, I'm starting look like an old woman.
While I was working this morning, I began making a mental list of things that occur on a regular basis while serving Chicago coffee and smiles. Note: Some of these things I enjoy, some of them I hate. It's up to you to divide them accordingly.
1. Every Saturday morning there are the walk-of-shame folks. We've all been there, but when you're serving them coffee it's fun to see who will act like they just woke up in smeared mascara and party clothes, and who flat out gives you that, "yes...I know what you're thinking...and you're right" look.
2. Poop ON the bathroom floor. Not in the toilet. On the floor. Not kidding. At least once a day, if not more.
3. The work-out moms. Every morning they come in straight from working out and order non-fat lattes. When we run out of Splenda, they seriously get pissed and yell. They yell. Over Splenda.
4. Joanne. Joanne is a regular. Ask me about her. I just can't type it.
5. Tourists. I love the ones from small towns especially. I actually had one man become frightened at the fact that we have to buzz people into the bathroom.
There are so many more, but that's enough for now.
Interesting note: In my 8 hours working this morning, there were at least around 5 or 6 people from North Carolina in two hours, half of which were sporting UNC-Chapel Hill gear. None of them came in together. It was strange....there's a North Carolina convention...or something less cheesy.
I haven't been able to blog much lately, mainly because my schedule is this: wake up around 4:30am, go to work (sometimes at the coffee shop and sometimes at the internship), then either class or rehearsal, then around midnight I arrive home only to go straight to bed and wake up at 4:30am all over again.
That is one reason (among many others) that I have officially put in my two weeks at unnamed coffee shop. I just can't do it anymore guys. I need my beauty rest, I'm starting look like an old woman.
While I was working this morning, I began making a mental list of things that occur on a regular basis while serving Chicago coffee and smiles. Note: Some of these things I enjoy, some of them I hate. It's up to you to divide them accordingly.
1. Every Saturday morning there are the walk-of-shame folks. We've all been there, but when you're serving them coffee it's fun to see who will act like they just woke up in smeared mascara and party clothes, and who flat out gives you that, "yes...I know what you're thinking...and you're right" look.
2. Poop ON the bathroom floor. Not in the toilet. On the floor. Not kidding. At least once a day, if not more.
3. The work-out moms. Every morning they come in straight from working out and order non-fat lattes. When we run out of Splenda, they seriously get pissed and yell. They yell. Over Splenda.
4. Joanne. Joanne is a regular. Ask me about her. I just can't type it.
5. Tourists. I love the ones from small towns especially. I actually had one man become frightened at the fact that we have to buzz people into the bathroom.
There are so many more, but that's enough for now.
Interesting note: In my 8 hours working this morning, there were at least around 5 or 6 people from North Carolina in two hours, half of which were sporting UNC-Chapel Hill gear. None of them came in together. It was strange....there's a North Carolina convention...or something less cheesy.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Knocked Up
Forget Pt. 2 of my Texas stories for the time being.
Saw Knocked Up last night. I know everyone else has seen it already, but it's so good. I you haven't seen it go now. It's funny. For some reason my friend Alexandra (who saw it with me) and I both had tears in our eyes through most of the movie. Not from laughing...we did laugh...but from the sweetness of it all.
Also, a drunk Cubs fan gave me a new nickname on the train. I was wearing my Dirk t-shirt and he decided that "Debbie Nowitski" was a fine name for me to take on. Drunk people make me crazy. And they smell.
One last thing, whoever decided to play Champagne Supernova by Oasis before the movie started last night is my best friend, they just don't know it yet. :)
Saw Knocked Up last night. I know everyone else has seen it already, but it's so good. I you haven't seen it go now. It's funny. For some reason my friend Alexandra (who saw it with me) and I both had tears in our eyes through most of the movie. Not from laughing...we did laugh...but from the sweetness of it all.
Also, a drunk Cubs fan gave me a new nickname on the train. I was wearing my Dirk t-shirt and he decided that "Debbie Nowitski" was a fine name for me to take on. Drunk people make me crazy. And they smell.
One last thing, whoever decided to play Champagne Supernova by Oasis before the movie started last night is my best friend, they just don't know it yet. :)
Thursday, June 07, 2007
¡Rameras de Tejas! Pt. 1...
I went home last weekend. It was great. I ate a lot. Drank a lot of sweet tea. Sipped some margarita's and a little sangria. Slept. A Lot. I slept so much my sister actually got annoyed with me. I went into this odd little coma where every time I sat down, I fell asleep. I was perfectly fine with it though. Here are some highlights:
At the airport: For some reason I like to buy really expensive upscale travel magazines, especially when traveling. I like to think that in five years or so I will have enough money to travel to all these expensive places AND be able to afford for my friends and family to join. In order for that to happen, I need to learn to save a little more and cut back on some purchases: The magazine, smoothie, and bagel (not pictured) cost me total of fifteen dollars.
I brought my niece and nephew an official MLB gear Cubs dog toy. It plays a Cubs chant when you squeeze it. Nowitski really liked it. No. Seriously. He did. He freaked out over it all weekend. Nevermind that he does that with every new toy he receives. I like to think he loved it so much because I gave it to him. Maybe he did....
Had some amazing food, and equally amazing dessert at La Madeleine. One of my favorite places to eat. You wouldn't think that Texas is the place to find good French food, but it is. La Madeleine rocks.
This is when Carrie Underwood pushed a chair into our waitress who was trying to take our picture. That's my sister, her fiance, Clint, and me...well half of me. Carrie had a very important picture to take with a little girl. Our waitress, and family picture, was a causality of her serving her public of course. Yes Tony Romo was there too. He's tall. She's short. Go figure.
At the airport: For some reason I like to buy really expensive upscale travel magazines, especially when traveling. I like to think that in five years or so I will have enough money to travel to all these expensive places AND be able to afford for my friends and family to join. In order for that to happen, I need to learn to save a little more and cut back on some purchases: The magazine, smoothie, and bagel (not pictured) cost me total of fifteen dollars.
I brought my niece and nephew an official MLB gear Cubs dog toy. It plays a Cubs chant when you squeeze it. Nowitski really liked it. No. Seriously. He did. He freaked out over it all weekend. Nevermind that he does that with every new toy he receives. I like to think he loved it so much because I gave it to him. Maybe he did....
Had some amazing food, and equally amazing dessert at La Madeleine. One of my favorite places to eat. You wouldn't think that Texas is the place to find good French food, but it is. La Madeleine rocks.
This is when Carrie Underwood pushed a chair into our waitress who was trying to take our picture. That's my sister, her fiance, Clint, and me...well half of me. Carrie had a very important picture to take with a little girl. Our waitress, and family picture, was a causality of her serving her public of course. Yes Tony Romo was there too. He's tall. She's short. Go figure.
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