I'm Not Here. I'm at Starbucks.

Well, the first week of my three-week strip break has come and gone, and I haven't gotten anything done. Why? You guessed it: because I'm at Starbucks! I go to Starbucks shockingly early in the morning, work there until early afternoon, come home, and pass out until evening, then spend the evening in a groggy stupor, trying not to think about the fact that I have to rush back to bed to get up shockingly early the next morning.

On the positive side, we just had a store meeting tonight, and I got a "Mug Award" for being Mister Nice and Friendly, as well as the official announcement of my promotion to Shift Supervisor/Communication Specialist. ( More Starbucks, and a lame movie. )