Speculations on Starbucks

The time is 7:35 on Sunday night. I have finally left my apartment in attempts to do something productive. I have semi returned to my full time job, which is in fact finding a job. One of the skills needed to be successful in this occupation is procrastination. I have clearly mastered this technique; evidence of this being this blog entry. I have entered into Starbucks in a somewhat fowl mood, the first irritant was the sheer fact that I am going to a Starbucks for refuge. It is surly not the mom n’ pop coffee shop that I prefer; the commercialism is stifling my creativity which is ironic because I am a marketer looking for marketing jobs. But I must be honest I would much prefer to be at brewed in Wakefield, RI.

I have been waiting inline for my barista to take my order for feels like a lifetime. Apparently the baristas tonight are feeling as unmotivated as I am. Finally, she asks if she can get something started for me while she foams this latté for at least another 15 minutes. I would have imagined myself yelling if I had more energy. “Yes please just poor me a cup of iced coffee! Medium not grande!” While this whole process has taken what I am sure is a year, I notice a CD with the title “Save it for a Rainy Day”. This caused me to reflect on the phrase why are we saving it for a rainy day? What can you do with money on a rainy day that you can’t when it’s sunny?! Where did the phrase come from? I then realized how much it has been raining lately. I thought it was supposed to be April showers, not March. Oh well, I sigh, as I glace up at the very prominent display of calories, per New York mandate.

I am now adding my own cream and sugar, which I feel should give you some sort of DIY discount. Half and half, empty…whole milk, empty…fat free milk it is. My mediocre coffee just got worse. Sat down at the most secluded seat I could find which was smack in the middle of everyone. A couple hijacks the table next to me and proceeds to have some sort of lovers quarrel. There is a hipster sitting in front of me with what looks like a hair flip as long as a baseball hat brim. And a man has just invaded my space in order to plug in his computer; he now proceeds to clean his screen with his sleeve. Classy. I wonder if he is unemployed like me. Oh no, he just whipped out some anti bacterial, I may have seen him disinfect the table.

What is the point of this seemingly pointless Starbucks stories, not sure. Maybe it is do not go to Starbucks annoyed, maybe don’t go to Starbucks at all, maybe that there are too many Starbucks in NYC. Hm, all valid and good points, but possibly it is just a warning about the dangers of procrastination.