happy easter!

i figured i should probably get at least one post in before second semester finals set in and i lose interest in my extreme annoyance towards patrons of an unnamed coffee shop (this has been building up for a while).  for the record, i do realize that my posts tend to rotate between annoyance at school and annoyance at work, but with my upcoming graduation, you will be happy to take note of the fact that i will forthwith be devoting all of my xanga-related energy (which we all know is a lot) towards annoyance at work. i hope you understand.

anyway, i don't actually have too much to say other than two quasi-forceful requests for starbucks customers that have recently become something of an issue at my specific non-disclosed location:

1) please do not ask me to price check things with my mind. please especially do not ask me to price check things with my mind when i am very clearly in the middle of making 18,000 drinks. just because i happen to be the employee who is physically closest to you when the question first comes to your mind does not mean it is okay to lean over the counter, make me stop whatever time-sensitive thing i'm doing, and then get exasperated when your drink isn't ready four seconds later. furthermore, 98% of the time that this happens, the price is freaking ON the merchandise. seriously, let me just use my specially-honed starbucks skills of LOOKING at the price tag for you. i mean, come on, go-go gadget flip the mug over, people.

2) i understand that while you're busy trying to find the price tag on merchandise you're not going to buy, it's easy to lose track of whether or not your drink has been prepared yet. now, listen very closely to my advice: if you're not sure if the drink on the bar is yours, the proper course of action is not, i repeat, is NOT to perform a taste test. if you're going to drink out of a random cup on the counter, then you'd better as hell be prepared to drink the whole damn thing, because making a face and telling me i need to remake yours and the one you just drank out of and oh-by-the-way-how-much-is-that-coffee-maker-on-display is not going to make me want to not spit in your drink.*

well i feel better. see, the trouble with keeping a journal that you're only motivated to write in when you're supremely pissed off, is that it makes you sound like you're a supremely pissed off person all of the time. and i'm not. i'm only a moderately pissed off person all of the time.

SIX WEEKS TO GRADUATION!!! (expect to hear from me when the final final exams hit...)

*i never do that.