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At work:
-People who don’t know any correct coffee terminology yet spew nonsense out of their mouth trying to sound correct. You don’t sound correct, you sound like a douchebag. There is no such thing as a Mochaccino.
-Old men who complain that there isn’t a dumb skanky hoe behind the counter. Even if there was, they would still think you’re a creep. Just because Starbucks employ’s some of these bimbos doesn’t mean it’s the norm for every coffee shop. Besides, most coffee drinks made by women suck.
-Starting my day at work with cleaning. I clean the store when I close so the opener doesn’t have to clean it when they open. I’d like it to be the same way when I start my shift, rather than spending 45 minutes recovering a mess because you can’t multi-task and clean. This isn’t a hard job.
-When things are put in different places without notice. I don’t review the camera during your shift to notice where ‘Random Item A’ moved to. If you are consistent with where you put things it makes the day a lot smoother for everyone else.
-When a customer comes in asking if we make sandwiches. Fuck no we don’t make sandwiches. If we did, we’d be called Folsom Sub, or Subway, or Quizno’s. Just because Starbucks has pre-made sandwiches does not mean we have a deli bar behind the counter. If you want a sandwich, go to the store and buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and your favorite lunch meat. Don’t come to my coffee shop asking for one.
-Pee on the toilet seat. First of all, how hard is it to lift the seat up? Second of all, I get that mistakes happen, but there is toilet paper in most bathrooms… Maybe you should use that toilet paper to wipe off your piss. I don’t even have to sit down to pee and this annoys me.
At home:
-When the roommates finished off the remaining water in the water purifier and don’t fill it back up. I fill it back up 90% of the time if I claim the remaining water. It’s not that hard and it leaves behind cold purified water for everyone.
-When the sink is full of dirty dishes, the dishwasher is empty, and I need a plate or bowl. God damn I hate doing other people’s dishes.
-When the volume of the people in the room exceeds that of the television. I didn’t invite you over to interrupt my movie, I invited you over to enjoy the movie with me. Thanks to your douchebaggery I will have to watch this movie again when I can actually hear it.
On the internet:
-People who don’t know the difference between their, there, and they’re. It’s not rocket science, it’s English. It’s also something you probably should have learned in 4th grade, possibly sooner. I don’t remember because it feels like I’ve always known the difference.
-Shit talkers. Just because you’re behind your computer screen and fat fingering your keyboard doesn’t give you the right to spew hateful words at people.
-Know it alls. The people who feel the need to comment on every facebook status update telling people they’re wrong. Guess what, it’s their opinion and it doesn’t have to match yours.
On video games:
-When you’re playing multi-player with a friend and trying to complete a certain objective and your friend is running off in la-la land doing fuck all to help finish what needs to be done. If we were playing Team Deathmatch (or any other similar game mode) I wouldn’t give a shit. However, we’re playing Capture the Flag and you’re not defending the flag carrier. Get the fuck out of here.
-People with shitty internet playing online multiplayer games. How can this be fun for you? I’m tired of pulling dead weight in my favorite video games because your internet can’t keep up with the speed of the game. How about you just play single-player until you can afford cable internet. (Admittedly, when I use my parents internet to play games I fall under this category, although I hate myself for it and grow bitter while playing. That being said, I carry my own weight.)
-People who can’t put game discs back into it’s case. The case is there for a reason, to protect the disc from scratches or dust. When the disc is left out, it may become unplayable. When it’s unplayable, both the disc and the case are useless to me. I prefer to play video games that I purchase. I didn’t purchase the game to have a shiny case.
On my phone:
-Auto correct. Yes, I was really trying to type out the word ‘as’, stop auto correcting it to “A’s”. I’m not talking about the baseball team.
-When Apple locks my AppleID. I’m so over going into Safari to verify that I know what my mother’s maiden name is. Just because I buy an app doesn’t mean there’s suspicious activity going on in my account.
On sports:
-ESPN Sunday Night Baseball. You announcers talk about shit completely irrelevant to the game. When I tune in to watch the SF Giants dominate their opposition, I could really care less about Derek Jeter not showing up to the All-Star game. Derek Jeter is a tool, I’ll admit, but you announcers are jackasses for plaguing my beloved sport with random bullshit. I’d much rather listen to KNBR’s coverage.
-Shitty cameramen. Stop showing haggard old women on the kiss-cam. I don’t want to see that. Neither does 80% of the people attending the game. Also, when someone hits a baseball, try following where the baseball actually goes instead of the white bird that caught your eye.
There are tons more I’m sure, but this should do.
‘Cause it’s been a while.
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This was the beauty I had the chance to see 2 times last week. I got the intel from a friend of a season ticket holder who had received an e-mail from the SF Giants about being part of the opening ceremonies in the 2010 World Series. The first day was surreal. We get to SF around 11:25 and are lucky enough to find 1 last spot in 2 hour parking on 4th street. The excitement that was brewing around the park more than 5 hours before the game was set to start was immense. A decent sized crowd had gathered around a man with a megaphone shouting the orders of the morning. After standing there with the group we were given our first chance to walk onto the field.
We gathered up the flag and went into an empty AT&T Park. Seeing the field from that vantage point can’t really compare to anything I have ever done. The only people in the park aside from us were the people pressure washing the stands and the people watering the diamond. The seats were empty and the park was silent, save for everyone on the field with their giddy anticipation and camera phones out. After the trial run had ended everyone received a shirt and wrist band and had to come back by 4:30 for the ceremonies.
After a fun day in San Francisco, including getting lost and driving aimlessly (that’s always half the fun of SF) and a nice visit to the sutro baths. We get back to the stadium around 3:30 and with our luck found the last 2 hour parking spot on 4th street. This time around the atmosphere was bubbling. There were waves of people flowing from every street. As we approached the stadium we heard the din from the different groups of people huddled together by tail gates, partying hard for their SF Giants. We get to our spot on the flag and have a good hour to hang out before going on the field. All of the fans were having a great time. The police presence was very noticeable, and I counted at least 20 police in my peripheral regardless of where I was standing. The kayakers and party boat people were already having a good time in the bay, including a couple people actually swimming. A football was being thrown around (surprisingly from the cove all the way up into the stadium by Joe Montana) and Rangers fans were getting jumped! Someone in the crowd would yell “LET’S GO GIANTS” followed by everyone around cheering the same thing.
After what seemed like forever, we were finally hoisting the football field sized towards the gates that led to the field. By now, minutes before the first pitch, it was a mad house. Tens of thousands of people. As we were holding this flag and walking through the crowd envious onlookers greeted us with high-fives and cheers, some people holding the flag were clearly terrified by the amount of people we had to push through, but we prevailed. When we finally got onto the field we walked right down the first base line. I saw Bengie Molina and shouted my condolences for being on the wrong team this time around. He flashed a peace sign at me. We took position closer to the third base line. At this point in time, Buster Posey was stretching in right field. I looked around at the thousands of faces peering down on me from the stands. Just then the announcement was made for the 2010 San Francisco Giants line-up. I joined everyone on the field in a copious cheer for the team we have grown to love. While the line-up was being announced everyone was snapping pictures of the team and their favorite players. Lincecum took his spot with Posey in the bullpen to warm up. After the starting line-up was announced, our time to shine had finally come. Johnny Legend took the microphone and led the stadium in the national anthem. The flag unrolled and everyone in the stadium was looking at it. Once Legend had finished, we quickly collapsed the flag and were ushered off of the field.
After that, we watched a little bit of the game from McCovey Cove on the TV with the little glimpses we were able to get through the gates. After the first 2 innings when the Giants were down 2-0, we decided to head home. Just in time, too, since the parking maid was gaining on my car and a ticket was in my future, luckily we got out in time. That night the Giants won. The next day we went back and relived the experience again, but it doesn’t compare to the first day, not nearly.
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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Sunday night
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