The joys of Starfucks (please don't fire me)

So, Ive been working for a corporation for 2 years. A long time! It started off in Buffalo Grove since my mom knew the boss there. And the first year there was a sweet waste of my time. I only worked for like 4 hours a week. It was a waste of time, but I somehow managed to stay there for a year. But then, the unfortunate news came and I had to transfer to a brand new store in Vernon Hills at store 14108! And here is where the story begins:

I helped set up the store a day before it opened and my old boss came along to help. Now it was me and another person, Holly, transferring from my old store to this store. And Im scrubbing the outside windows as I see my old boss taking about 6 balloons out of her car. I get excited because: A) I love surprises. B) Balloons are awesome and C) My old boss will actually miss me. But she wasnt heading towards me, she was heading towards Holly, who got all 6 balloons and a card signed by the whole BG store. And what was I left? nothing. Great way to start off the shift. Knowing me, timid and unable to speak for myself, I didnt say anything but it secretly bothered the hell out of me.

I went back to my old store to talk to a great coworker, Sara, about this...and she was upset that this happened to me.

Low and behold, the first day my new store opens. I'm acting shy...but through the window I see three of my old coworkers coming in with balloons, and cake, and a huge card for me. Then, everything was ok. I kept the balloons, the card is somewhere in my room, and my cake was eaten by my parents since I don't like Chocolate (I know, right).

I've been working for that store since March 23rd, 2009 for that store.

When you think of starbucks, you obviously think of bitchy people ordering knitpicky drinks. I would like to make things clear, if it werent for the fact that we all get our drinks for free there, I'm sure that 95% of my cowrkers would hate starbucks too. We hate making their drinks as much as they hate paying 5 dollars for it.

But two people really helped me out and took me under their wings while I was working...their names:
Beth Simon
and
Danielle Tokarz

Those two, no offense to any other starbucks 14108 workers who may be reading this, are my absolute favorite to work with. They go above and beyond to help me out. They both have become dear friends inside and outside of work. I can trust them both. They are reliable and hard working and just overall friendly.

Working at starbucks has become an continuous routine that repeats itself over and over. And yes, you who orders the Grande 4 pump Hazelnut, Soy milk, 140 degree, extra whip, no foam latte with 4 splendas...WE DO MAKE YOUR DRINK DECAF! You put our lives through hell, we put yours through it too.

But our store does have two amazing musicians! Young Jesus (Shawn) and Emblems (Matthew).
They both are great musicians and highly recommend checking them out!

Well, that is all for now...I'm sure there will be more rants later!

Sam

Too Much Light!...

....Makes the baby go blind!

Brilliant show
Brilliant actors
Brilliant skits.

I don't think any other theater company can even match up to what TMLMTBGB brings to the stage. Broadway is boring...TML is entertaining.

I went with an previous and a current coworker: Danielle and Rachel.

Thats my productive evening!~~~

Sam

Bright Eyes

I would like to make a public announcement and say that my favorite band of all time would, without a doubt, be Bright Eyes.

Let me explain why:

Bright Eyes has a unique sound others cannot compare to. Conor Oberst has this voice where you can feel his emotions just by the words he sings. I love the way his voice shouts and whispers; he has a great way of showing ranges in his songs. Yeah, they might be depressing for some people's tastes, but it is a great band to listen to when you feel the need to vent. Some of the songs are catchy, some melodic, some calming. It really has a variety.

I feel like I can connect in a certain way to his songs. Yeah, he screams about getting drunk a lot which I cannot relate to, but certain parts of his songs I can relate in different aspects of my life. His music is extremely down to earth and not overly popularized. Conor Oberst is a brilliant musician, poet, and instrumentalist.

Some of my favorite songs of Bright Eyes would be:
The Calendar Hung Itself
When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass
Road to Joy
Old Soul Song(For The New World)
Let's Not Shit Ourselves(Loved and to be Loved)
Perfect Sonnet
The Difference In The Shades
Touch
A Poetic Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction
Bowl of Oranges

The list goes on.

Sam

The Song That is Stuck in my Head

The Difference in the Shades
By: Bright Eyes

now that its june, we'll sleep out in the garden
and if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud
where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
and there is no clocks or phones to wake us up
because i have learned that nothing is as pressing
as the one who is pressing would like you to believe
and i am content to walk a little slower
because there is nowhere that i really need to be
i find that life is easier when it is just a blur
with no details to confuse who or what or where i was
so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone
this tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the
difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love
and i believe we are the same
and we'll stay like this, all gold and green
the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes
we will always be the way we were that night
you crawled inside of me
and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
the quietest hush has consumed this house
and when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed
with all these pictures and pills they piled around your head
just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
was it just a dream?
it's too vague now to recount.
and outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer will be stands
above you as you sleep.

Selfish Child

Life just caught up to me. It sometimes amazes me that I made it to see 18.

I remember as a child, I was taught two important words from my father: Sharing and Patience. Back then, sharing meant giving away a spoonful of my delicious vanilla ice cream and patience meant I couldn't get the new Backstreet Boys CD the first day it came out. Dad kept reinstalling those two words into my brain and kept saying that those are the two most important words to live by.

I was and still am a selfish boy. I wish I could have listened to my father's wisdom because I know that he meant well. He is the complete opposite of me. He is generous and patient and charitable. Everything I'm not. I dwell on myself and never the bigger picture. It's always: Yeah, there are starving kids in Africa and I feel awful for them, but I can't just ship my leftover food to them. Always making up excuses of why I shouldn't do something I really don't want to do.

I ideally want to become the person who would send the Africans a nice full course meal with napkins and forks and expensive dinner plates.

I have a job
I have a home
I have a proper education
I have two wonderful, loving parents
I have the most loyal and unforgettable family
I have a bed to sleep in
I have food to eat
I have the latest technology
I have friends
I have a car.

How many impoverished people can say that? Why am I the lucky one while others don't? I dont even think giving all I have to them would make me any happier because my selfish ego would want it back.

Sam

To: Cary, IL

Maybe I'm Afraid of losing again.
That's why I grip on you so tight,
the way I monitor
every move.

I don't know
anything but the tempo
your heart beats,
and the length of your smile,
the exact placement dark
bangs place across your forehead.

I love you
yes, I said it.
I tell it to you everyday.

My heart,
tells it to you everyday.
It sends it
as a message through the wires
of my veins.

Yes, I am fully aware of
every love poem
and how the word
'love'
is overused.
But I mean it how they meant it
in the past.

Where "I love you" meant I would take you out to dinner.
Where "I love you" meant I would drive 30 minutes after work to watch TV.
Where "I love you" meant I would just stare blankly into your pupils.

I can ramble
and say how your sense of humor always brightens me up
or
how time moves so fast when we are together.

But all I can end this with is that my name is
Samuel David Rosen
and yours,
Carly Christina Sullivan.

Formulated for Kayla

Dear Kayla Huber,

Im GonnA writE this Letter OuT off rhe KinDneeS of mi Hart! Since I knoe HoW muCH you luv capitAlizing & beeing A Grramer notsee. Cuz Im that meen

Butt, I would lyke 2 Say u mean sooooo muCh 2 me. Youre my bestestest friend. ThnAk u 4 beeing in my Lyfe .

This rly doesnt kneed muCH EditiNg since dis MakeS ME look Like I hAvE the righting abilitie OF a 4 yeer old! Have fun clawing OuT yer I's aftur readin dis.

Luv

Sam

Yes this is payback for beating me up tonight :P

Thugs Eat Ice Cream

I just read someone's Facebook status just now and it read: "Thugs eat Ice Cream too."

Tell me society, are they trying to say that thugs are so pompous and arrogant that they use statements like these to bring them down to "Our Level?" I can see it: Thugs feel depression too! They sit in front of the television all day and night with a carton of chocolate ice cream after their girlfriend dumps them for being a lousy boyfriend. EVEN THOUGH it is acceptable for thugs to have several women in bikinis shove their plastic chests up and down the man's body. But it's ok! They feel the pain an average American feels after some melodramatic shit hits the fan. They understand us, but yet, we are not cool enough to be labeled as a Thug.

What defines a Thug anyways? Webster defines it as, "A brutal ruffian or assassin." Now tell me society, why should we look up to assassins? Their job is to kill. So if we take a look at the bigger picture, we are looking up to people who want to kill us and who don't care about our existence. So, it really impresses me that these thug assassins can relate to us by admitting that the have a soft spot for ice cream. Wow, I want to be just like them!

I also had an English teacher in high school, Mrs. Pacyk, whose Oral Com class wanted to make shirts that said: "Real Thugs Read." Though I may have smiled and thought it was a good idea at the time, it also poses a good question. Why do thugs think like they are our everyday superhero? Oh yes, let's leave the lives of innocent civilians in the lives of thugs because they read and eat Ice Cream. We have SO much in common! Maybe I am one step closer to becoming a thug myself. Since Ice Cream is my favorite desert and I like to read the ever so famous Harry Potter series.

So maybe we all have a little bit of thug-ness in us. "Real People Worship Assassins"- I want that printed on a T shirt. That would be my favorite T shirt.

Sam