hello...sliding lobby!

it's been ::::::::::::::checks green and white watch::::::::::::three months?!

what to say what to say...how to catch up with everything...

we've bonded, molded as a team...three people have already left, some more missed than others...

last week, we had our first partner fun night, where we *actually* knew each other...i was quite fond of seeing one of my favorite barista's before he left for his "dream" job in "Tahoe"...some fucking stoners get everything handed to them ;). The first time we attempted this out-of-work mingling, the store hadn't opened yet. Most of them stood there, with their respective beer bottles, blabbering nervously about absolutely nothing...flash three months later, where I'm shoving Leanne out of the way to grab the last gooey cheese fry that everyone touched, as everyone talks over each other, using the appropriate gestures that make them, well...them...

i never thought i'd make such a large extension to my family in such a short period of time...it's like being in highschool, but this time, they can't make you leave...unless you...we're not going to touch *that* one...

i'm a night person...the night crew, NEVER to be confused with the morning crew...the division is tremendous, and on Saturday's at 6am, when i have to drag my lazy ass off the couch and transport myself into their little world, i am lost, nearly as lost as they would be, if they were to be up until midnight, making sure the precious white chocolate mocha pumps had not a spot goo on them...

apparently, there's a super special "barista's only" webpage...i'm going to go check that out now ::::::::::sticks out Chai-stained tounge::::::::::::

i'm lying...i've never tasted Chai...on top of that, i've never had a regular cup of Starbucks Coffee, and i apologize Mr. Schultz...it's my stomach, not my heart...