Friday Blues

We’ve had an unseasonably warm autumn this year in the Windy City. So much so, that the opening of the ice rink at Millennium Park has been delayed one week. That was hugely disappointing to me.

But lookie here. Right on cue, winter is arriving. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow. Then, it’ll be blustery with a low of 29 tomorrow night, just like God intended.

See?

I’ve worked really hard this week and with more stress than I normally have to endure. Now I feel like I’m coming down with a cold or something icky.

I can’t get Enya’s ‘Amarantine’ out of my head. I
hate it when that happens.

I won’t be going back to the Starbuck’s located in the office building where I work. It’s just too much of a hassle.

This morning, the coffee makers in our break room weren’t working due to overloaded circuit breakers or something. So, I decided to head to Starbuck’s in the lobby along with everyone else who occupies the 82 other floors of the building.

The line was snaking out the door, but then again, it always is. However, they had an employee with a vireless head-set asking everyone in line what they wanted. She was relaying the orders to the staff behind the counter.

I thought that was very clever and thought I might get my coffee pretty soon. Keep in mind that I just order “coffee” at Starbuck’s; not one of their special concoctions like a mocchiano, no-fat, soy, red-eye, half-whip, double-down, with sugar-free-shot of hazelnut.

I just order “coffee.”

She took my order and relayed it in.

Well, their little scheme of taking our orders was very deceptive because when I got in the store and paid for my coffee, I discovered a venti-sized crowd of people waiting for their orders.

I waited.
And waited.
And waited.

It was utter confusion in there. I don’t know why the guy who took my money couldn’t have just reached back and dumped some coffee into a cup for me.

Finally, I just gave up and left. Starbuck’s can keep my $2.18. It wasn’t worth the hassle.

I made a big mug of hot tea. Not a chai-no-foam-soy-sugar-free cup of tea. Just a bracing mug of “Lipton.”

I think this might be a good weekend to make a big pot of soup, watch back-to-back movies on Lifetime and just be a couch-tater.