I'm ALWAYS at Regency so whenever ANYONE wants to come visit...:)
um....oh yeah--I'm tabling all of the suggestions of things to write about for now cuz I thought of one on my own (sort of) and I'll forget it unless I write about it now.
I went rock climbing today for the second time. The last time I climbed, I could not get up this one route no matter how hard I tried and to be honest and uncensored(ish) - it pissed me off. I'm serious. I dreamt about it forever out of that. And I've really been looking forward to coming back to Lincoln (where I'm blogging from now--dork) and getting up that route. (The purple route.) So I FREAKING GOT IT TODAY. Thank you very much. It took me forever and I kept getting mad at Jenny because she kept giving me slack and I didn't want slack but FINALLY I got it. All praise will be accepted.
I reallly love climbing. And there's a lot of good thoughts that come to you when you're hanging by your fingertips off of a plastic rock ten feet up in the air. You can learn a lot about life from climbing. Like that fact that you can't move up unless you let go and be unstable first. And if you don't move up, you're stuck. And the more it hurts, the better it feels when you've conquered it.
This has not been a fun week. Just because. But I have some new favorite people because of it.
And I freaking love the family I live with. Yup.
Keep the suggestions coming cuz I'll write about every single one of them. I promise.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
That was fun...
Wow--I wasn't expecting people to actually guess. I guess when there's a prize involve then people aren't afraid to admit they read this...
:)
Jenny was closest. I served 40 that day. (For a reference: that's 4 an hour. Other stores average at least 200 a day.) But thank you for appreciating the fact that I was bored out of my mind.
So Jenny---whatcha want? And when would you like to have it?
Something new for people to comment on...you can do this anonymously if you'd like...since my life consists of coffee and work and working with coffee, I'm running out of topics...I'm now taking requests. Anything you'd like to know my thoughts on? :)
:)
Jenny was closest. I served 40 that day. (For a reference: that's 4 an hour. Other stores average at least 200 a day.) But thank you for appreciating the fact that I was bored out of my mind.
So Jenny---whatcha want? And when would you like to have it?
Something new for people to comment on...you can do this anonymously if you'd like...since my life consists of coffee and work and working with coffee, I'm running out of topics...I'm now taking requests. Anything you'd like to know my thoughts on? :)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Today
Today....where do I even start? Guess what? It doesn't matter where I start, because I did the same thing for 10 hours. I worked at the Regency store from open-close. 9-6. Which sounds longer than 8:30-6:30, which is how long I was actually there, but that doesn't make any sense.
I should note that I read almost an entire book today. That book is entitled "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" and it is quite possibly my new favorite. If I were to write a book, that is the style in which I would write it. Because it is written exactly in the style that I write in. Follow? Cool.
So I think I finally figured out the music that's played at the mall when the pianist isn't there. For the longest time, I just didn't understand the selection, but today as soon as I heard the Backstreet Boys, it all just clicked. The rich, snooty people who shop at this mall (by the way--possible Warren Buffett sighting today. Not joking.) anyway--they don't want to hear the music that is popular right now. Frankly, I believe they would take offense to the fact that Katy Perry kissed a girl, wouldn't understand why Leona Lewis doesn't do something about that bleeding love, and they could freak out that we've only got four minutes to save the world. (I surely hope that we wouldn't leave that up to Justin Timberlake and Madonna...) So the mall plays music that make them think that they are hip without offending them. Backstreet Boys, old Janet Jackson, some classical thrown in there for those aristocratic wannabes (I have a strict belief that you cannot be an aristocrat and live in Nebraska at the same time.)
Another interesting thing I observed today (yes, in relation to my day--this was interesting...): Someone left a ten dollar bill on the piano. No one played the piano today (I know this because I was there the ENTIRE day). It was sitting there for a good 2 hours. Everyone who walked by it saw it. They all looked around and found someone looking at them. They all left it there. Either they are all very polite or they are all very proud. The security guard picked it up right around 6.
Free coffee to the person who guesses how many customers I served in my 10 hours of work.
Did I mention I worked ten hours today? Cuz I did. At the slowest coffeehouse in our chain of coffeehouses. I am still bored...
I should note that I read almost an entire book today. That book is entitled "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" and it is quite possibly my new favorite. If I were to write a book, that is the style in which I would write it. Because it is written exactly in the style that I write in. Follow? Cool.
So I think I finally figured out the music that's played at the mall when the pianist isn't there. For the longest time, I just didn't understand the selection, but today as soon as I heard the Backstreet Boys, it all just clicked. The rich, snooty people who shop at this mall (by the way--possible Warren Buffett sighting today. Not joking.) anyway--they don't want to hear the music that is popular right now. Frankly, I believe they would take offense to the fact that Katy Perry kissed a girl, wouldn't understand why Leona Lewis doesn't do something about that bleeding love, and they could freak out that we've only got four minutes to save the world. (I surely hope that we wouldn't leave that up to Justin Timberlake and Madonna...) So the mall plays music that make them think that they are hip without offending them. Backstreet Boys, old Janet Jackson, some classical thrown in there for those aristocratic wannabes (I have a strict belief that you cannot be an aristocrat and live in Nebraska at the same time.)
Another interesting thing I observed today (yes, in relation to my day--this was interesting...): Someone left a ten dollar bill on the piano. No one played the piano today (I know this because I was there the ENTIRE day). It was sitting there for a good 2 hours. Everyone who walked by it saw it. They all looked around and found someone looking at them. They all left it there. Either they are all very polite or they are all very proud. The security guard picked it up right around 6.
Free coffee to the person who guesses how many customers I served in my 10 hours of work.
Did I mention I worked ten hours today? Cuz I did. At the slowest coffeehouse in our chain of coffeehouses. I am still bored...
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Regency
I am officially the supervisor of the coffeehouse in Regency Mall. Kind of. I guess that would make it "unofficially".
Regency Mall is the most bizarre mall I've ever been in. Never would I go there to shop...Pottery Barn-Pottery Barn Kids-Borsheims-Ann Taylor---not my kind of place. I can't afford to even window shop there.
Get this--there's a fountain right by the Scooter's. That in combination with the whole coffee thing means that I have to go to the bathroom about fifty seven times a day. And I have about that many heart attacks too, cuz little kids always get money from their parents to throw into it and about half of them almost fall and their parents aren't paying any attention. It's so funny--either they're not paying attention, or they look reeeeeeeeallly exicited for their kid once they see the change hit the water. There is also a piano player right by me. Makes me miss Jenny. But he's really funny. And he doesn't bring any sheet music with him or anything. Just plays. Today it started off with "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton, then went into something from "Annie" and then "Phantom of the Opera" with a little Elton wrapped in there, and then ended with Clapton again. It was beautiful.
So I have come to realize that I like people in relation to how old they are. (This is true for most people--friends and family don't count. They're not people. They're friends and family. You see the difference?) This means that I like kids and then the older they get, the less I like them. So I pretty much abhor old people. I'm totally serious here...but I promise this gets better and to the point quickly. Okay...it doesn't really get better. I was just gonna say that this old guy that I was sure I was gonna hate today (ordered a double espresso and a chocolate biscotti. espresso---no milk, no flavoring, nothing...tastes something like mud.) asked me my name. Not one for small talk, I did my best not to act as annoyed as I was (for some reason I was annoyed...don't know so don't ask) but then I felt like a dumb-head cuz this is the conversation that followed:
Old Guy: What's your name? (he had a really thick accent by the way. Don't know what kind though. Quite possibly German)
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Kaitlin?
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Nice name. Nice person. *kind and genuine smile* *walks away*
I'm kind of a jerk sometimes.
Regency Mall is the most bizarre mall I've ever been in. Never would I go there to shop...Pottery Barn-Pottery Barn Kids-Borsheims-Ann Taylor---not my kind of place. I can't afford to even window shop there.
Get this--there's a fountain right by the Scooter's. That in combination with the whole coffee thing means that I have to go to the bathroom about fifty seven times a day. And I have about that many heart attacks too, cuz little kids always get money from their parents to throw into it and about half of them almost fall and their parents aren't paying any attention. It's so funny--either they're not paying attention, or they look reeeeeeeeallly exicited for their kid once they see the change hit the water. There is also a piano player right by me. Makes me miss Jenny. But he's really funny. And he doesn't bring any sheet music with him or anything. Just plays. Today it started off with "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton, then went into something from "Annie" and then "Phantom of the Opera" with a little Elton wrapped in there, and then ended with Clapton again. It was beautiful.
So I have come to realize that I like people in relation to how old they are. (This is true for most people--friends and family don't count. They're not people. They're friends and family. You see the difference?) This means that I like kids and then the older they get, the less I like them. So I pretty much abhor old people. I'm totally serious here...but I promise this gets better and to the point quickly. Okay...it doesn't really get better. I was just gonna say that this old guy that I was sure I was gonna hate today (ordered a double espresso and a chocolate biscotti. espresso---no milk, no flavoring, nothing...tastes something like mud.) asked me my name. Not one for small talk, I did my best not to act as annoyed as I was (for some reason I was annoyed...don't know so don't ask) but then I felt like a dumb-head cuz this is the conversation that followed:
Old Guy: What's your name? (he had a really thick accent by the way. Don't know what kind though. Quite possibly German)
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Kaitlin?
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Nice name. Nice person. *kind and genuine smile* *walks away*
I'm kind of a jerk sometimes.
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