so now i love Chai, because i'm schitzo like that...in fact, i remember very vaguely drinking it before, somewhere in a far away land called Elmwood Ave....i'm also sincerely obsessed with Passion tea, it's like...you don't even have to garnish it...

holy fucking awesome fruit of the herb god, batman, i love Tazo...

I nearly forgot that Starbucks has been my home for years now, "the third place" that we're all held at mocha powder point to uphold. I nearly forgot how easy it is to forget, and it's not because I do drugs (even though i don't beth, i really don't, no seriously...i don't ), sometimes we just lose what's not important and concentrate on what is, and then realize that the things you thought were important don't make much sense at all, and you have to sanitize everything EVERY NIGHT, even though shit is falling apart like you've been eating too much protein...

I go through stages of getting my partner drinks....see, for all of you dirty blooded non-baristas, we're allowed three free drinks around and about our shifts, this privilidge is continued for us to "explore" everything the company has to offer, so that when some fine customer asks the difference between Columbia and Ethiopia Sidamo, i can stare at them blankly because i spent most of my time drinking tazo citrus...(i didn't copy everyone else's coffee passports beth, i really didn't...no i'm serious, i didn't)

it started off with iced tall soy white chocolate mocha's...

i must admit that i down white chocolate mocha's like when forrest gump was invited to the white house for being an all american football player, and he must have had himself about 15 dr. peppers...in fact, in the mornings, i'm forrest gump-ish, as my "drive-thru" ear hasn't been established, and then i reprimand the customer like "there's no whip on caramel macchiato's!" when they want a caramel frappucino, or "we don't have any cupcakes!?" when they asked for a tall coffee...

then it was caramel apple ciders, although we're not supposed to mark them out, i like to use the short cups, so i don't feel so bad about it...

i use tazo citrus like it's my favorite whore, because it could never replace the WCM deep down in my soul, and yet at the same time, i have a loyalty for the blender area of the store...

now i'm officially into tea...(refer to paragrah one)

The Christmas party is being planned, although the exact date is still up in the air. Our Christmas drinks are in full swing, the decorations are up, and we're already pimpin the new holiday CD's, the Ave Maria and the Jingle bells, because we're Starbucks, and we can do whatever the heck we want...and don't worry, Kosher folks, we've got dradel cookies somewhere off to the side of jesus holding a short caffe la-tay cider in the manger...

in fact, if i owned Starbucks, i would have a plethora of opportunities for diversity...like plain white cookies with white frosting for atheists and perhaps a couple of things that don't scream "JESUS JESUS JESUS! BUY ME I'M JESUS!"

I hope Sarah makes it out of her apartment on time, and I hope she finds a wild pack of dogs to slob all over the premisis...i can't spell, eh?

I got to pick a name out of a bag for the "Secret Santa"(because we're non-denominational, like that)...someone's going to Ames for a wolf t-shirt and a slinky in the next couple of weeks...and it's not Jesus...