work can suck pretty bad sometimes.
Today was most definitely one of those days.
So about half an hour into my 10-4 Starbucks shift, I'm cleaning a bunch of coffee off of the stand that holds the carafe and heats the coffee to keep it warm. Totally not thinking, I forget to wring out the rag in the sink first. Then, I'm totally not paying attention as I wipe off the flat surface underneath, and the soaking wet rag comes in contact with one of the metal prongs that runs current through the insulated carafe. Zap. So at first it was pretty okay, my arm was just numb and funny feeling, but then I got a nice blister on my hand where it was touching the rag, and every muscle in my arm turned pretty sore. So then, about an hour later, I'm getting bags of mocha powder and beverage base and stuff like that from the back room, and I cut myself on something random and sharp. I pull the bags of powders out of the box, and there's a razor blade in the box. That's cute. Probably fell out of a box cutter, because there's one upstairs with a missing blade. Either that or some dipshit thought it would be funny if someone slit their wrist at work accidentally.
Next time I get the premonition of a really sucky day at work coming on, I am heading straight for the 'out' door. Wait, we don't have a specific 'out' door. Only a door used for both 'in' and 'out' purposes. But whatever. You get what I'm saying, right?
Today wasn't completely negative though. I am now officially a certified Barista. I have been making drinks for weeks-everything from tall coffees, to triple grande half-caff two pump breve mochas with light whipped cream. Our manager though is one of those "by the book" people, and apparently there's some sort of 'test' that you have to take in order to get bar certified. It involved making a tall latte and a tall mocha. I thought it was pretty funny, since most of the customers who go to that place know those drink recipes. I was surprised, though. I have been going through life, under the assumption that the MCAS was the easiest test in the entire world. To my astonishment, though, it isn't.
Enough about work. I spend too much time at that place already; I probably shouldn't spend more time at home reflecting upon my time spent there.
I bought a few bitchin' used albums the other day. The only one of particular notariety, though, is the Clash's London Calling. I've heard their songs here and there on the radio-"Should I Stay or Should I Go", but under the advice of misterclean182, I scored a used copy of the album. Most of the time when I buy a CD, I put the car CD player on scan and listen to the beginning of each track. Gives a good overview of the album. When I put that disc in, though, I listened to track one, then track two, then track three, and song after song was ridiculously good. I checked out the back of the album, discovered that there were 19 tracks total on it, and figured that this disc would be just like any from the Ramones. The Ramones are good, don't get me wrong, but most of their albums should be cut in half. The Ramones start to sound very repetitive after a few songs. London Calling is completely absent of that certain repetitiveness that seems to be inherent in most early 'punk' music. I was pretty happy with my purchase when, reaching track 19, I realized that there were no two songs on that album that even remotely resembled each other. Though considered 'punk', there are tracks on that album that have a jazzy beat, some are on the punk side, and yet others sound straight out of 80's pop. I love it. I'm in a High Fidelity mood right now, so I'm gonna bust out a quick 'Top 5'.
4.Incubus: Morning View.
3.Boston: Boston.
2.The Clash: London Calling.
1.Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon.
Hm. 12:37, and I'm supposed to be up around 8 to finish some stuff around the house so I can go to Riverside with Matt to pick up his friend from the train. I think I had some more to write about, but it can wait. I need some sleep.








