People ruin everything

Here I thought I wasn’t going to have anything to write about today, but all it took was a trip down to Starbucks for me to once again conclude that people ruin everything, and feel like writing about it.

So pretty much on a daily basis, my routine is that I get a cup of coffee in the morning when I get into the office, and because I’m an addict, usually around 2 pm, I go back to get a refill, because one of the benefits to being a Gold card holder is that refills are free.

Refills are on somewhat of an honor system; I buy a cup every morning; it’s roughly $1.90 for 12 ounces, which I get a refill for free later in the day.  Sure, extrapolate the numbers, and I’m spending somewhere around $500 a year on coffee probably, but everyone’s got to have a vice.

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Race to Geth ER

Legion is hurt.  Which ship gets Legion to Geth ER the fastest?  The Normandy, a Turian envoy or a Quarian vessel?

Seriously though, as a self-proclaimed typography snob, I simply cannot condone this message by Starbucks, regardless of how much of a slave I am to their product in general.

I get that creating racial awareness is something that perhaps the world as a whole might benefit from, in spite of how futile I may personally think it is, but I simply loathe when any word has to be broken up in an advertisement, much less twice.

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The No-Starbucks Chronicles

On May 14, 2014, something tragic happened: the Starbucks near my office that I went to on a daily basis closed down.  For renovations, but the point remains that my daily coffee ritual was derailed completely by this development.

Since then, it’s been a daily challenge in trying to find a suitable replacement to my need for caffeine, and I gone from energy drinks, K-cups, to other places’ coffees.  The Starbucks is tentatively scheduled to be open again in July, although I’m not going to hold my breath.

The following was my daily chronicling of what I drank each day instead of Starbucks, and in a few rare instances, I got some reprieve:

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The next two months are going to suck

The Starbucks I go to every morning when I go to work has closed down for renovations.  They estimate that they will be back open in July.

This is pretty much the worst news I’ve heard in my entire life and I am legitimately upset over this recent development.

Honestly, I don’t really know what to do moving forward.  I can handle the interruption of my morning ritual, but I can’t handle the denial of a consistent delivery of caffeine.  As much as I may bitch and whine about all the students and corporate stiffs who get there before I do and plug up the lines, I’ve literally gone to this Starbucks almost every single work day, and quite a few weekend days that I’ve happened to be in the neighborhood.  I can probably count on one hand how many work days in which I did not go to Starbucks.

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The perils of hesitation

In this photograph are 243 empty tall cups of Starbucks coffee.  This has accumulated in about roughly a year’s worth of weekdays in which I went to work and had a coffee in the morning.  This excludes any day in which I redeemed my frequent-buyer free drinks, in which I’d get the venti-sized of something way more expensive and potent than a single tall cup of drip coffee.

But the point is, 243 cups of coffee equates to roughly $432.54, and this is over the span of a year, give or take a month.

Recently, Starbucks released a limited edition steel Starbucks card, complete with laser etched artwork.  It cost $450 to get one, which sounds worse than it is, because it comes pre-loaded with $400, which means that you’re essentially paying $50 for a steel card.  I don’t often know what I ever want, but I felt a very strong compulsion to getting one of these steel cards.

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Five packets of raw sugar into 12 ounces of coffee

As I poured half and half and one Splenda into my own 12 ounces of coffee, my first thought was that eventually, this man was going to rudely reach across and grab for the half and half when I am done.  Like the social troll I can sometimes be, I took my sweet time pouring the usual excess coffee out for all my dead homies, and prepping it the way I like it before relinquishing the oft-demanded half and half.

This man didn’t at all seem the least bit concerned about the half and half because I realized that he was in the midst of ripping open his third packet of raw sugar, and pouring it into his coffee.  He repeated this action twice more while I stirred and re-lidded my own drink before heading back to the office.

I know the raw sugar isn’t as sweet as processed sugar, but essentially what it does to your body is about the same.  Five packets of sugar?  Into a small coffee?  That can’t be normal.

On another note, I just realized that this is my 500th brog post.  What better way to ring in a substantial number than talking about retards?