Starbucks Run..

First off, not a big fan of coffee, especially not Starbucks. So expensive for something I don't appreciate? Don't think so. My friends joke that I drink milk-flavored-coffee because of the amount of half-half/creamer that I put in. Not to mention the sugar. The last couple of times that I made coffee at the office, when I got to the end of the cup I end up with this molasses like consistency of gloo from all the sugar that I put it. It's quite disgusting, actually.

But anyways, today my boss said that we're making a coffee run and asked to help out someone and order something for myself. So we make our way there, order 5 drinks, and as we're picking up each of our drinks (they didn't ask for our names) we asked for those cup carriers. And they were all out. How are two people supposed to take back 5 coffees? And one's driving too. So we thought we pretty had it handle cuz she had 3 cup holders, so I would only have to hold two. But as I turned to put the other drink in the back seat's cupholder, the cup separated from the lid. Spilling its contents all over the car. Keep in mind this is not MY car. And I'm just some intern that was dragged along for this. I felt absolutely horrible, while she was very nice about it.

Anyways, we ordered another one and by then everyone was making their routine coffee run, which made the wait for one drink a lot longer than our previous wait for 5 drinks.

And also I learned the hard way that even though foods separately are quite d'lish, sometimes they don't mix well. I enjoyed my honey mustard preztels, and my baby carrots (that I packed for myself last night, isn't that a sign of maturity?) with my Double Chocolate Chip Frap. And now my stomach is upset with me. Ugh. On a totally different note, I've lost 7 pounds since I've been home. 8 more to go before I return to my high school weight. It's extraordinary, I can tell that I've lost weight. My chin looks sharper. :) It's a good look. A more healthy one too.

Maybe I'll lose more weight once I'm back at college. I'll be too lazy to cook, and too cheap to eat out. Good combo. Not necessarily healthy, but a good one nonetheless.


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Recently at the office I've been given more responsibility. Yesterday I was asked to call the tax collector about why we were billed twice on our property. And also calling FINRA about where to get the SL6 forms (though I had to copy the whole contract by hand, they wouldn't take copies, must be orignals, I only got the gist of it, something about borrowing and lending money). But the problem is I'm just an intern! I don't know our company's history or the property taxes we filled. Nor do I know my extension. Anyways, as I called these two people, I felt quite embarrassed because they would ask my questions about the properties or what we filed and what not, and I can only respond with, "Uh.. you know, I actually don't know. I'm just an intern here...." Or someone asking me for my number and my respond of "Uh.. I actually don't know the number here or my extension, I'm an intern here... Can I give you a call back??" Wow. Do I sound like an idiot. Well, almost done at this job. Only 6 days left.

DAVIS, DAVIS, DAVIS, DAVIS, DAVIS, DAVIS, DAVIS!