I made a resolution this year to write more, but my sister told me that fanfic is for geeks and pedophiles, unfortunately. So, I have a blog now. It will probably work out better this way, I do love to talk about myself, as well as every little thing that pisses me off.
Today, I will start small, as it is my first post and I don't want to waste my good material before I amass my cult following (i.e. my sister and maybe my mom).
I have something I like to call "The Rule of Four" at work. The Rule of Four is this: if you add more than four customizations to your beverage, you are an asshole. Quad, half-pump this, half-pump that, non-fat, 190 degrees, no foam (OF COURSE), caramel drizzle, stirred seven and a half times, the list goes on. FACT: No one is impressed with you and your pretentious drink, or the fact that you can rattle off your order like a pro because you probably spend $20 a day on what is essentially a status symbol. Congratulations, you are paid too much for whatever it is that you do and you are a twat.
Fellow baristas, you are not excluded from this rule. I still love you, but your drink is retarded.
yeah. this is awesome. blog often. cause it'll be like i'm hearing your bitching at work...but i'll be at home. in a comfy chair.
ReplyDeleteand not actually listening to you.