I am horrible at blogging. Oh well.

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So, for the last six months I've worked at a major coffee chain with a name inspired by a character from the novel Moby Dick. Having never worked in food before, it has been a learning experience, but I've actually enjoyed every minute of it. I love the people I work with. They. Are. Awesome. I've learned that I can do any job as long as there are cool people to make it seem easier.

This job experience has been rich for many reasons, but one is that it has given me lots of interesting stories for my husband when I come home from work. I would love to tell you all of them. However, despite the local-coffee-house-feel of my store, I am still a minion in a gigantic corporation, and I do not want to write anything incriminating...so...

I really wanted to write a detailed treatise on the types of people who come to our store and the ways that the minimum-wage-survivalist baristas survive our encounters with them...

I wanted to write a blog about the moral dichotomy of abhorring our mass manufacture of culture (as eloquently put in the film Greenberg) and still being very grateful to have a job with plenty of hours and benefits...

I wanted to tell you what will happen to you if you are rude to me or one of my coworkers (It starts with de- and ends with -caf)...

I wanted to describe how terribly fatty and sugary our beverages are and how I hate that people think they need a 7-pump white mocha or a five-shot caramel macchiato and so they come every day and will be surely surprised when they get diabetes and/or heart disease...

I wanted to say how secretly happy I am for the tiny coffee shop a mile or two down the road that is doing very well despite our gigantic presence....

but I didn't. So suck it. ;-)