Starbucks Gift Card

Every morning I go to Starbucks. I don't know what it is about the coffee at that place but I crave it daily. Enough about me, this is about other patrons. Now, I ussually get to Starbucks at about 6:50 everyday. There is always a line of people but most are regulars at that store and the line moves quickly. Today, however, things did not move smoothly and let me tell you why.
So I'm in line and everything is going fine. I'm running a little behind my regular schedule but not late. Then this lady gets to the front and orders her "soy mocha frapa chai half-caf half-decaf latte chino". No big deal everybody orders some version of that except me because for some crazy reason when I go to a coffee place I want my coffee to taste like.......COFFEE! Anyways when the new guy working the cash register tells her the price she breaks out three count them three starbucks gift cards and the entire line of 15 people lets out a simultaneous groan. Son of a bitch! I'm already running behind and now we have to find out what is left on each one of these gift cards. Fuck her! She should have to stand to the side and let everyone else go ahead of her because she is inconsiderate. I know I'm not the only one on a schedule. These other people have jobs to go to. Where does this lady get off. And to top the whole story off the first two cards had no money left on them and guess what she did. That's right, she put them back in her purse as though next time she comes in they may have magically had funds transfered to them. This lady is not alone in her treachery, this happens at least twice a week. Is there a limited number of Starbuck's gift cards out there? Was there a limited release of the gift card with a couch on it? I don't understand the keeping of the card. The beauty of the gift card is that when your done using it you can throw it away or recycle it if your worried about creating an abundance of garbage. In closing I'd like to say this. One gift card, fine. Three gift cards, FUCK YOU!

BBQ joint

So my buddy from work and I have an idea. He has this unbelievable fascination with Japan. So intense is this fascination that he wants to move to Tokyo and live there. I said, "Hey man, you should open a western bar." His eyes lit up like I just showed him the holy grail. So, after much deliberation we decided to come up with a business proposal to present to potential investors. We put together a potential floor plan and decided to make it a BBQ joint as well. Today, my girlfriend, who rocks by the way, and I cooked the entire menu. We then had another buddy, who is a professional photographer, take pictures of everything that we plan to have on the menu. I am beat but I think it will be worth it. Our friend Tammy set up the plates so they looked perfect. She did a fantastic job. This may be a crazy idea but for some reason it feels like it will work.

Second Job Again

WTF?! I took this second job as a valet to earn some extra money here and there. Now I find myself getting pissed off at people while doing a job that means absolutley jack shit to me. Here is the latest chapter in the "I hate Marinites, You can all eat my shit saga. I find out that to keep my "second job" I have to work Valentines Day. No big deal. I think this holiday is made up by Hallmark for women and men who are complete pussies. Yes, you fuckwad males that think Valentines Day is special, you know who you are. Grow a pair you fuckin candy asses. Anyways, I have to work in Tiburon(southern Marin) at a fairley nice restaurant. I go into this gig thinking, "Well at least it's in Tiburon where people are supposed to have dough. Maybe I'll make an extra c-note for 5 hours of work. No such fucking luck. There were actually numerous people who handed me a one dolar bill. One dolar? Are you kidding me? Just keep it. I'd rather you just said,"Thanks for sprinting five blocks to get my car." It would mean more to me than having you hand me a one dollar bill. Just one more thing to add to the list of grievances I have with southern Marin. Hey, we have all the money why share it with someone who's providing me with good service. By the way one of the guys who gave a one dollar tip met his wife at the restaurant and she valeted her car as well. She even kicked down a three spot. For all of you out there who need some help on how much to tip. A five is reasonable and fair. 2-4 dollars is acceptable if the valet is clearly not trying very hard. If all you have is a one or some change, just keep it tell the valet that you're sorry you don't have any cash on you. By the way, the valet work I do is always complimentry so tipping should be no big deal. Last but not least if you want you car really taken care of and away from other cars kick down a 5 or 10 when you first valet your car and ask the valet to take care and hint towards more money when you come back. The valet will treat your car like it is made of platinum and he or she may inherit it one day. That's it. I'm done. Fuck you Marin County.
BVA...out

I hate this place

First blog. New site. I worked my at my second job this weekend. I work as a valet. It's an ok job and gives me extra spending cash. Anyway, I was working in Marin and had to deal with "Marinites." I hate people who live in Marin. I swear there is a vortex of evil that swirls over Corte Madera and Mill Valley. If you are a good person and still live in southern Marin then I still hate you as your judgement on where you live is questionable.