I have had the luck of working the 6am - 2pm shift for the past few days. I say luck because I miss this shift. I miss having the office to myself for a couple hours, and just when the stress and drama of the day is hitting its peak at 2 pm, I leave.
So this morning, being my last early shift, I thought I would treat myself to some Starbucks. Plus, even though I was in bed at 8 last night, the 4:45 am alarm was too much and I needed some help.
I went into the Starbucks I usually pass and it looked disheveled. I asked for a grande house blend, and the titmouse behind the counter says they don't have any - they just opened. Do I want dark roast. Blech! I think Starbucks' dark roast is like tar mixed with shit and I did not want to spend the day with gut-rot. I do believe I made a fussy face, refused and walked out stunned.
How the eff does a coffee shop open with nothing brewed?
I used to work at coffee shops, and sometimes I even opened the store. The first thing we did was brew the popular blends. House blend and dark roast. The flavours and the other brew could wait, but at least the house blend was ready to go.
That was just bad customer service this morning. Thankfully, on my regular shift, I can get my morning treat at a gazillion other coffee shops I pass. Victoria is bizarrely riddled with coffee shops.
Caffeinatedly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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