It is the spring of 2004. Daffodils dance wistfully like small yolky gramophone horns in a soporific breeze. On a whim, the cosmic abomination Cthulhu decides to diversify his portfolio. 407 more words
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A thought on human beings not doings.
Yesterday I was struck with a profound thought. I must admit, I didn’t muster it from my own thoughts, I was speaking to a barista at a coffee shop and he said, as I finished speaking to him well “after all we are human beings not doings.” And I left with a shocked face, almost like I hit a glass door and my face remained stuck there to the transparent glass. 481 more words
I worked a few months at an extremely busy Starbucks at a prime location frequented by hoards of tourists on a daily basis. We were a very international team- but we had a very multiethnic and multinational clientele as well and we had to be able to communicate. 718 more words
First off, I’ve got some big news…I’m a barista now! That’s right. I made my way from a crazy coffee loving, coffee shop reviewing enthusiast to being a professional at… 491 more words