Working at a Starbucks in Los Angeles can sometimes be eerie.
I'll be helping a customer, when suddenly I'm overcome by the strongest feeling of familiarity. Then for hours, sometimes days afterward I'll be wondering...no, worrying over where I know this person from from. Did I work with them at some point, did I meet them at a party, was I introduced to them and now I'm an A-hole for forgetting their name?
Then I open up SG and see that familiar face staring out at me through it's thumbnail.
*Sigh* and my neurotic mind can rest... for now.
I'll be helping a customer, when suddenly I'm overcome by the strongest feeling of familiarity. Then for hours, sometimes days afterward I'll be wondering...no, worrying over where I know this person from from. Did I work with them at some point, did I meet them at a party, was I introduced to them and now I'm an A-hole for forgetting their name?
Then I open up SG and see that familiar face staring out at me through it's thumbnail.
*Sigh* and my neurotic mind can rest... for now.
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Also, you're working at a Starbuck's in LA? Whatcha been up to, lady?