Monthly Archives: October 2009

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I’ve already failed

Oh dear… It would appear that I've broken my promise to post something every day. Of course it would be easy to blame this on my not having an iPhone. Posting stuff using it seems to be ridiculously easy or at least that's what the number of things posted by people with iPhones would suggest. But I don't think I'll ever be one of those cool kids with an iPhone. And furthermore, I think I may have run out of interesting things to say. Yes, I know. You didn't think it was possible. But such a thing can easily happen when a person has no job and nowhere else to go during the day except the gym or the grocery store. Nevertheless, I'll start working now on something interesting for tomorrow.

A pledge and a plea

Starting today (or maybe starting yesterday), I'm going to attempt to post something here at least once a day. After all, there's so much to talk about, complain about, ponder, etc. Surely I shouldn't be at a loss.

Today it was remarkably easy to come up with something. I'm in dire need of contributors for the Daily Daley and would appreciate any volunteers or referrals. We've lost our Monday person and after this week our Tuesday one as well. I myself am also sometimes finding it difficult to post on my day: Thursday. Some days there is no post and these omissions weigh heavily on me. It's just a blog, yes, but I've always prided myself on doing the best job possible with it and staying consistent. Won't you sign on to help? 

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Am I barista material?

This morning there was a delay in getting my breakfast sandwich at the
Starbucks drive-thru window. So after the money had been paid and the
latte had been handed over, there was a bit of a lull and the lady at
the window proceeded to tell me that they were hiring and I should
spread the word. She also said she has a lot of fun working there,
perhaps selling the job a bit too hard. In any event, I was too
embarrassed to admit that, in my sweatpants and Harvard zip-up hoodie
(I didn’t go to Harvard) i.e. demonstrably not in any kind of work
attire at a time when people were heading to work, I was actually the
perfect candidate for the job. Sure, I know nothing about working that
confusing-looking coffee machine, but I do really like wearing green,
smiling at people and I also I live approximately two minutes away.
You can’t beat THAT commute. This little interlude happened nearly
three hours ago, but I still find myself thinking about it. Should I