Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	barista rage, employment

Well, I seem to have fully recovered from Saturday night (though I nearly collapsed at work yesterday because for some reason I still had no energy at all) and I've got another day off before I start a six-day work week. Should be fun. My shifts tend to be fairly short, so it will probably be tolerable, and will give me an excuse to avoid my family when they come to town this weekend. Everybody wins!

I'm also going to a wedding on Saturday, which I am becoming increasingly depressed about. First it was mostly just anxiety at the prospect of a) hearing my mother say "Is that what you're wearing?" over and over and OVER AND OVER OH DEAR GOD and b) being forced to interact with my extended family who I either have never spoken to, or have spent the past three years actively avoiding.

Then I talked to Jacky about it, and she asked me who I was going with, since apparently people usually bring guests to weddings. Which I'm not doing, obviously, because I have no friends. And now that I think about it, Jacky is always getting invited to weddings. She uses people for money and manipulates everyone around her and she still gets invited to weddings. And me? Not so much.

Moving right along. So, at work we have this daily trivia question thing, you know, where if you get it right you get a free coffee? On Saturday my boss asked me to write the question, so I came up with one about what was the name of the earliest known city in the world, which I thought was pretty clever but not horribly difficult. Except no one actually got it. And then this one guy comes in being INCREDIBLY INCREDIBLY smug and says that the answer is Çatal Höyük. UM, NO. (The correct answer is Uruk, by the way. And he knew that one too, and was even more smug about it.)

So when I got home I looked it up in my archaeology textbook and determined that Çatal Höyük was not a city at all, because it didn't have any sort of formal social hierarchy, or any buildings that can be identified as manufacturing centres, and HA I'M RIGHT TAKE THAT ARCHAEOLOGY GUY. And then I realized that I'm deeply emotionally disturbed.

Also, this one customer on Saturday ordered something called a latte breve (?), which apparently is a latte made with half & half cream instead of milk. I'm not sure if this is the best or the worst thing ever. I'm afraid to try it because if I like it then I'll die of heart disease, and if I don't like it I'll have wasted all that espresso and cream for nothing.