Thursday, November 21, 2013

Today in the Starbucks Shenanigans, I shall tell you about my weekend.  But first I shall tell you that the indecisive woman in front of me left her cell phone on the counter which makes me laugh.  It's one of those huge Galaxy III or something so how did she not notice missing basically a tablet? I don' t know.

Paul came to visit me for the weekend.  SO RANDOM.  I'm very proud of myself because I did not succumb to peer pressure and do anything with him that I did not want to do.  In the process of doing this I allegedly hurt his feelings.  What he didn't seem to be able to understand was that it wasn't for him to take personally, it was my choice.  He's not used to having a relationship with me that isn't in some way more than friendly and now he's going to have to deal with it.

The phone lady just came back.  Well done, phone lady.

More importantly than all of this, I recently learned that my Niecephew is officially a Niece.  I'll continue calling her niecephew probably for the entirety of her life.  She'll get used to it.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Wireless Internet For Idiots

I was reading a Huffington Post article my friend posted.  This alone is insignificant.  Hold on, the point is coming.  The article was 12 steps to get out of your mid-life crisis.  There were a few things on this list that caught my attention and I wonder how I would go about doing them.  Especially number twelve which encourages alcoholism when steps 1-11 fail.

There was one step about finding your passion and making a career out of it.  The article said to think about an activity that makes you happy.  This activity makes you tune out the outside world and becomes the center of your universe while it's taking place.  Three things come to mind.  I zone out most when I'm dancing, reading, or writing.

I don't think I could ever be a professional dancer, I killed that dream when I found out at the ripe old age of 11 that to be a Rockette,you need to be tall.  I'm ringing in at barely five feet so yes, that is out of the running.

How do you become  a professional reader? Is that even a job? Or is that like a book editor in which I would have to go back and probably get a degree in English lit which I won't do.  I should google this more.

Writing would be fun but I like writing like this.  Informal.  On my own topics that are interesting to me.  I'm not interesting enough to run a successful blog.  No one even reads this.  It's like an homage to myself. My electronic diary that I'll look back on as I have all my diaries and shuddered at all my cringeworthy angst and turmoil.

Such is life. I spend 40% of my time at various Starbucks so I should just start a series called the Starbucks Shenanigans and spy on people.  Instant best-seller.

Today in the Starbucks Shenanigans, A man procured a headache after being on a job interview for over two hours.  He then preceded to grab a Grande-something-or-other and call multiple people to tell them about his afternoon.  The shop has been noisy so he could not hear his companions on the other end very well but that did not stop him from talking even louder and making more than one phone call from the same seat which had spotty reception.  I eventually moved chairs due to failing wifi and lack of power outlet.

Fun fact- Wifi does not stand for anything.  That is actually the whole word.  I don't know if I've talked about that before but it baffles me.  Who would think up wifi? Why wifi? If it were to be an acronym, what do you think it would stand for?

Wireless Internet For Idiots

I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

Also, some guy just walked up to the register and did a jig.  If he gets free coffee from doing a jig, I'm forever doing that from this day forward.