whore.

i had to work at the downtown starbucks today. thanks to all the glorious labor cuts starbucks has made, i have to whore myself out to other stores 7 days a week to actually get anything near 40 hours. my store is really slow, so i was a little freaked out that for 3 hours straight there was a seemingly endless line out the door. i also hate working in other stores because you have to tell your whole life story each time someone new comes on the floor. instead of the bullshit "barista creed" card we have to carry around in our pockets, we should have little mini bios of ourselves, just to save my breath. did i mention this entire starbucks (office and all) was only the size of walk in closet. how do these people function?
after my shift, i took the bus for the first time since moving here. it was also the wrong bus and i was too busy listening to TAL to notice that i was not anywhere near anything that looked familiar. thusly, i walked a mile in the freezing rain with wet boots on until i got home. but now i'm here, there are kitties and blankets and frozen pizzas. i win.