Working from a coffee shop today making important calls to potential market research group participants. I’m trying to sound very professional on the phone. It’s tough to do when “Let’s Get It On” is playing in the background.
A sweet debacle
The guy sitting next to me in the coffee shop has taken the establishment’s vat of white sugar and placed it on his table for his own use.
Should I just ignore him, or do I politely say, “Hey, buddy! Quit hoarding the sucrose, you sugar hog!”
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Sad reminder
I was just reminded, again, how much better my life would be if I could whistle.
Sigh.
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The problem with the third space
I hate when people near me at the coffee shop are having really interesting conversations … it makes it really hard to focus on my work.
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Starbucks guitar man
Chilling (well, actually working my buns off) over at Starbucks today, and this dude is totally rocking out on his guitar. It’s pretty awesome.
Makes me think that more people should practice their instruments in public places.
Well, as long as they’re good.
And not asking for money.
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The beauty of G-Chat
So I’ve never been a huge fan of “chatting” on-line. I didn’t have the Internet when AOL was huge. I never really got into AIM. And I’m not on Facebook long enough to have any sort of conversation.
And let’s be honest … far too often it’s some random person who you haven’t spoken with since high school (and who you didn’t really like in high school) who’s apt to “chat” you.
But today, sitting in a Boulder coffee shop, Cafè Sole, next to two great friends, I made excellent use of the G-Chat function of G-mail.
See, somebody nearby smelled. BADLY.
So obviously, it would have been rude to say something along the lines of “Holy crap, what’s that rancid stench?” Or, “For crying out loud, who’s wearing onion-flavored deodorant?”
Enter G-Chat’s functionality. We were able to mock, laugh and deride whichever individual sitting near us hadn’t showered in a month. All in a (relatively) silent manner.
Actually, both ladies thought I should use my investigative journalism skills to figure who the culprit was. But what publication would run the story?
Obviously … The Onion.