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
apply?