Archive for June, 2008
We’re going out of town! We’re going up to Camp Little Notch in the mountains for a few days-Doug’s the camp nurse and I’m just a stray tag along because I couldn’t get someone to cover my Thursday shift so I could be a Unit leader.
Isaac’s all excited and we’re going to be taking lots of pictures. This is a warm up for later in July when we’re going for a few more days so that Doug can be the camp nurse again! Woohoo!
So, see you Monday or Tuesday, depending on how Isaac fares!
Yep, this was my day at work.
Let’s run this down-
5:15-open, do the opening duties, and get set up for Drive thru-
Yeah, being assigned to DTR (Drive through)-that should have told me my day was NOT going to be of the boring variety.
Things are going normally until…
7:30-I get a set of crazies through the drive thru-making everything sound Italian, and then, when they asked for Splenda in their iced latte, went to Redneck. Ok. Fine. Fun is good…until they came to the window-
As they were paying…they offered me…wait for it…
THE END OF THEIR BLOODY MARY.
No, not kidding. This sucker was in an open cup with ice, and you could see the remnants of the tomato juice. And yes, this was a seriously large tumbler. I hope the driver wasn’t drinking it.
So, they go on their merry way and things continue swimmingly along at the good ol’ DTR.
Then, 7:45 hits. Guy rolls up, and orders a venti Sumatra. He pulls up to the window and pays with…A ROLL OF NICKLES! Yep. a 2.11 coffee with a roll of nickles,a dime and a penny. This wasn’t the first time I’ve encountered him. He came through a few days ago, and did the same thing.
The shift supervisor for the day asked me “Did he just pay in NICKLES??”
yeah, it’s that odd.
Then, there was my favorite (heh) of the day. Woman comes up and orders a standard drink and then orders a plain lemonade. I ask her if she wants a blended lemonade (yum! Super yum!) and she says “No, a plain lemonade.”
The other barista and the shift chime in on the headset that we normally don’t do that, as the lemonade base is super sweet and it’s really not for use without blending. So, woman goes on this tirade about how she does this every day, and no one ever has a problem. I offer her a Blended Strawberry Lemonade or a blended tea lemonade, and she gets a strawberry one (oh, for superyum!). So she gets up to the window and starts going on and on about how she wasn’t trying to be difficult but…
and I told her straight up that we had recieved new lemonade bases and that this one you just can’t serve plain. It’s like drinking something the consistency of maple syrup. She apologized and moved on.
So, that was quite the memorable shift. Big time.
SOOO, this brings me to my Blogaversary contest-for a Starbucks card…and some coffee to go with it.
Most places that make custom drinks have the “secret menu.” Jamba juice has one, and we certainly have one as well. Stuff that usually only the staff knows about and can make like gangbusters. Come on, Nutella frappucinos, anyone? (That’s a regular frappucino base, mocha and hazelnut.)
So, the question to win the card and coffee is this:
If you had the opportunity to create the ultimate secret menu drink, what would it be, what ingredients would be in it and what would you call it?
I’ll take answers until my blogaversary counter hits “Happy Blogaversary!” THEN, I’ll use the random number generator to pick a winner.
If you don’t like coffee, we can talk…and if you don’t have a Starbucks near you, we’ll talk about a substitute!
So, here’s the fine print-
Only one entry per person-anyone found to be doing “double dipping” will be disqualified, to my great upset.
Now, have at it!
. Birthdays are the most fun when they’re shared with people you care about.
2. Spring is my favorite season because the snow goes away. seriously. it goes away.
3. I feel my best when I’m able to sleep in a bit.
4. Sushi is my favorite food!
5. First impressions are sometimes dead wrong, but most times are so right.
6. The best piece of advice I ever received was try not to sweat the small stuff.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to hanging around, watching TV, tomorrow my plans include working and then POSSIBLY seeing Wall-E and Sunday, I want to find someone to cover my shift for Monday so I can take Doug up to camp and spend the night!
So, last night was my uncle’s fiancee Angela’s bridal shower. It was a swanky cocktail afair, at a local kind of bistro. Not my scene normally, but for Angela, it can be my scene for a few hours.
So, the party was scheduled from 5-9, and Angela had no idea what was going on, and they brought here there around 5:30, so everyone could get there, get settled in and they could surprise Angela. The food was amazing (lots of neato h’ors d’erve stuff-stuff that you’d see on Top chef and all of that. YUMMMMMM) and nice people.
Ok, why am I blogging this? Yes, I do have some pictures, but you’ll all see those later in the week (right mom?).
Well, for starters, 100% of my freak family was invited. There was one good excuse among the batch-my sister, who had a wedding the same night, or she would have come.
The Social Retard’s mom and SIL claimed “dance recital”-whatever. They weren’t going to show up anyhoo. That whole family is like the Grasshoppers in a “Bug’s Life”-They come, they eat, they leave. And usually have some lame excuse as to WHY they need to leave. It’s usually dog related. Not kidding.
So my one aunt and one cousin were supposed to show up. Start time of shower comes, goes and the party is starting to break up around 8-ish. Not a sighting of them. We’re all not shocked, as we didn’t think they were coming in the first place. I called Doug (since this was a cocktail affair, and not too far from my house, I had Doug drop me off and pick me up) to come and get me. Mom and her cousin come out to wait with me, and while we’re waiting, who drives up, but the aunt and cousin who were supposed to be there on time. My cousin leans out the window and says “Are they still in there? We got lost 5x.”
Mom, Mom’s cousin and I are all in complete shock. Mom says that they’re still in there, but I warn them that things are winding down.
They go and park and walk in, and I note that they are wearing the most atrocious clothing ever created. Cousin is wearing a pair of yoga pants, (for once) without something emblazoned on the ass and a fitted tank top and bra. Aunt is just as bad, if not worse. She’s wearing a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt with her bathing suit tied underneath it around her neck. The shirt has some sort of little league logo on it.
I wonder where in their delusional brains that this was OK to wear to a swanky affair that had engraved invitations (circular at that!) and said it was a “cocktail party.” Also, this place is VERY easy to find. It’s right by a major theater in the area. And I mean right next door.
Basically, they need to stop their garbage. The way they were dressed, the way they walked in, ect, you know dang skippy they spent the day at the pool and just decided at the last hot second that they would go to this.
I’m quite disgusted.
Lord love a duck (as my good buddy and awesome co-worker Wendell used to say when he was totally flummoxed by something) Why do they have to pull this garbage. It’s really quite stupid and immature.
but whatever. Angela and crew know the score, and if they didn’t before, they really know it now.
Renee over at My Special K’s tagged me for not one, but 2 memes!!
So, here goes the first one…
1. What was I doing 10 years ago…
Finishing college. Getting the final classes in my Special Education degree finished and looking seriously forward to student teaching, so I could totally get out of sitting in classes learing the stuff…and I think my friend and I were getting ready to do the science fair over at the school we were tutoring at for one of our methods classes.
2. What are 5 things on my to-do list today
- write a few emails that I’ve been neglecting
- Figure out what kind of french press I want for my coffee
- Get canning jars for jamming
- Get a card for someone
- Pick up some stuff at Bath and Body works
3.Snacks I enjoy
- those baked snap pea crisps
- 3 Muskateers bars
4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire:
- pay off all of our (mine and DH’s ) student loan debts
- buy this house outright from the evil people who own it
- invest some
- take a few trips to places I’ve always wanted to go (Japan, China, Spain…)
- donate to CHOC and a few other places that really need the funding..and make the donation anonamyous (sp?)
- Take over Microsoft. Kick Bill Gates to the curb-A good hostile takeover is always fun!
5. Places I’ve lived
- Albany, NY
- Riverside, CA
- East Nowhere, NY…close to Albany, but not Albany.
6. Jobs I’ve had
- Indoor playground party hostess
- Day Care assistant teacher
- camp counselor
- lifeguard/swim instructor
- Assistant camp director
- Clerk at Sears
- Special Ed teacher (In juvies…that was fun…)
- Integrated class teacher
- Montessori teaching assistant
- Starbucks Barista
- Grad assistant in the Academic Resource Center at CBU
7. People I want to know more about
Oh, I hate this part…so, here we go…
and now, let’s move on to number 2 that Renee tagged me with!
This is yet another 6 things about me…hrm. wonder what y’all want to know this time…
- My favorite drink at Starbucks is NOT on the menu. I always have to explain it. But I will say that the chocolate whipped cream makes it!
- I usually don’t like dresses. I prefer pants. I usually only wear skirts under “forced march.”
- I hate the sound of fireworks. The only ones I could tolerate were at Disneyland, because I was always stationed at the castle, and could only hear faint pops, because they got shot off from behind Toontown.
- I am quite addicted to soft pretzels. I’m so glad they come in varieties you can make at home…
- I’m SO bad at returning emails lately. I’ve got some froma month ago that I need to return. Yesh.
- I’m really addicted to Chinese food lately. An egg roll makes everything alll better!
and I’m not tagging anyone, because most of the people I know have done this one! LOL!
So, here is the offical end of another school year for Isaac. With this, comes the annual discussion/purchases/ect about how to say thank you. The school sends out a list, and this year’s list was the usual end of the year stuff…contact paper, batteries, printer cartridges, blank cd’s, ect. I swear there were some cleaning products, but I forgot the list when I went to Target Boutique, and had to rely on my memory and Doug’s memory.
Stop laughing. It was not my preferred strategy. I’m not trusting my overtired, over caffinated brain,a nd my husband’s lack thereof.
So, I head off to Target, with a game plan in mind. I grab a cart, knowing one of the items is on the larger side…and start my shop. I head over to the first item we both agreed to grab. Duct tape. Yes, they asked for DUCT TAPE. So, I’m standing over the duct tape thinking “this is just how I wanted to thank the awesome staff in this room for 2 years of dealing with my son. A roll of duct tape.” So, I call Doug.
The conversation went something like this:
me: Ok. I dont’ know if I can do this duct tape thing. It just seems so wrong.
Me: This is JUST how I wanted to thank them for putting up with Isaac for 2 years. Thanks! Here’s a roll of duct tape! Nothing says “THANKS!” like a roll of duct tape!
Doug (Laughing): Ok…but duct tape is totally useful!
me: I know, but there’s got to be something else on the list that we can add to this. I just can’t give them a roll of duct tape…
Doug: Ummm..I know there were blank DVD’s on the list and batteries.
me: I hate getting batteries.
Me: wasn’t there snap on lidded containers of any size?
Doug: I think so.
me: So, I’m also thinking I saw baby wipes?
Then the phone cut out. Dang Target.
So, I grab a plastic tote, a huge pack of refill wipes and then I toss in the duct tape.
I guess that’ll do. It’s hard to say thank you to people who have made such an impact on not just one small 4 year old, but with everyone he interacts with, from neighbors, to friends to everyone else in his crazy world.
So, I guess in truth, nothing says “thanks” more than duct tape that will maybe help another kid and family.
Today, I worked with one of my favorite shifts (read: supervisors) who just makes the time fly by, and really is a good person to work for. My shifts FLY by with her there. Plus, she’s just funny…
Well, this morning, the three of us who were on, Awesome Shift, Hot n’ Cold Barista (that’s her personality. One minute she’s the neatest person, the next, well, she’s attempting to give parenting advice.), and me, got hit with the run of customers from HELL.
First customer came through the drive through.
oh, and did I menton, this was 6:30 am that this all started?
So, the first one came through the drive through, and our headsets ding. Awesome Shift says “Good morning, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get started for you today?”
Guy ordered a grande coffee and then stopped talking. Awesome shift chimed in “would you like cream and sugar in that?” (Usually, people will tell you right away…a standard order would be “I’d like a grande coffee with 3 splenda and cream.”)
So, Jerk in Car says: “IF you’d LET me finish…”
Hot n’ Cold and I whipped around and were like “WHOAH!” This was simply because the dude had stopped talking, and there was no hint of him even thinking about what was in his coffee.
We handed him off his coffee, and Awesome Shift started chanting “He’s so unloved he has to be mean to us..he’s so unloved he has to be mean to us..”
We threw a lot of love at our regulars, and gave them the extra shots, ect.
Then, the 7:15 rush happened. It happens every day without fail. BUT today? Well, we had the rush to beat all rushes.
I was assigned to bar, and started getting drive through orders and started whacking through them. Hot n’ Cold was on the drive through, handing off, taking orders and all of that jazz. Super Shift was on float.
We get a short line, and I was making some serious drinks. The woman at the head of the line was waiting just a few minutes, and she wanted a decaf Americano. Side note: I have NO idea how some of these people can drink these drinks. But, I digress. So, the woman finally gets her order taken-she was standing there for no more than 3 minutes-and makes a comment at us that she would have gotten her stuff faster if she had gone through the drive through!
So, rotten customer #3 shows up about 10 minutes after 2nd rotten customer. I’ve got my head down, making drinks for the drive thru and all sorts of other things going on, and we’re getting the rush to end all rushes through the drive thru again..and rotten customer #3 saunters up to the register. She starts asking for these drinks-a mocha with a ton of mocha and 2 sweet n lows, and then she wanted to add vanilla to it…until Awesome Shift reminded her that there were sweet n low’s in there and that would make it super, super sweet. So, she nixed the vanilla (she wanted 4 pumps…) and then proceeded to go around to the bar, where I was banging out some drinks for the drive thru.
In the line up of drinks, hers were numbers 4 and 5 out of the line of 5 I was making.
So, I’m working away, and she says “Excuse me. I need those fast. I have a cab waiting.”
I tell her politely that I will get to them as soon as I can, but I have a line up of drinks before hers.
She waits a few minutes before yelling at Awesome Shift to scream at me. Her line was “I asked her politely to make my drinks first, and she’s not doing it!”
Awesome shift again reminds her that there were a line of drinks before hers, and that I was working as quickly as possible. So, I hand her the super-sweet-mocha and she yells at me that she’s got a carmel macchiato too. Ok, fine. no biggie. working on that. So, I make it up as per the recipie, and her cup dictated (there were no alterations or specials on the cup that would change it up at all), and she again starts screaming at me. “That’s got carmel! ” (I had just put it on the top) “where’s my whipped cream?” (she didn’t ask for any) “where’s my vanilla powder!!” (again, didn’t ask for any. ) So, I make the alterations to the drink and she starts flipping out about the amount of carmel. It wasn’t enough. I sauced it until she said stop, and I can only say that this was a LOT of carmel. Like a ton. And add that to the stuff I put UNDER the whipped cream because I didn’t know she wanted it on there…
So, she leaves, and Awesome Shift apologizes for me having to deal with her. I confirmed with Awesome Shift that she asked for NONE of those at the register…
She leaves and about 20 minutes later, we get the next rotten customer. This is one of those ones who just wants free stuff. I recognize this woman..beacuse she has a very…distinct face. I know for a fact she works at a medical building not so far away, because she gave me garbage over Isaac’s insurance card. She walks in with a grande cold up filled with some liquid. I ask her how I can help her, and she goes on to say that she got that iced coffee last night, and it just wasn’t right, and she tried 3x through the drive t hru to get it right, but she just couldnt’ get them to make it right.
So, I say “Ok..” and I ring her in for the smallest Iced coffee that I can sell her and don’t charge her for any of the additions. She gets all pissy and says “I’m bringing this BACK!”
So I go and talk to Awesome Shift and the awesome shift tells me to give it to her on the house…and we all agree she just wanted free stuff. She has been pegged.
Lord love a duck, this was a rough morning.
So, moral of the tales of the dorks-Be nice to your barista. We’ll be nice to you. Don’t try to con us, because we’ll put the bee on you and you won’t get any love out of us at all.