Then I found out that some of my other co-workers ( who we all dislike so it's not that big of a deal ) were talking bad about myself and my job performance ( basically they're jealous because I can cut my hours back and they have to work like slaves to our company). So then I was like:
Then I get leave work and head to Starbucks where I swear the conversation goes like this at the drive thru:
Me: Uhm yea I need to get a medium blonde roast with two shots of vanilla and cream and sugar please.
Him: Uh....what size was that?
Him: OH you mean grande
Me: I mean medium.
Him: $2.90 please pull forward
Here's the thing, I usually order it the stupid way it's "suppose" to be but I forgot this time that Starbucks thinks their so stinking special that they don't get to be called medium and small they get fancy frou frou names ( Italian I think....yet they began at a farmers market in Seattle, can you say pretentious!??) So I took my coffee that the dude probably spit in and headed home. I ate dinner and then I got to thinking. I haven't written a blog post in quite a while. I felt really, really, bad. I felt like I let you guys down.