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Once again, I'm camped out at a Starbucks, but I'm farther back in the building far far away from the door. Mostly because it's tits cold out. Thanks arctic blast! (I guess it's not vogue to call it a polar vortex this season, that's just so last year) It's a both more fun and less fun because I can't people watch quite as easily. I'm looking down a corridor into the sunlight, which means everyone is in silhouette-curse you light sensitive eyes!-and I can't get a good read on how nutty everyone is being. It's also a bit more fun because I can then stare at them and no one paying me any mind as then get their coffee and their pastry and strut out into that fuckall cold. I have to go to work in a few and I'm hoping it goes better than yesterday. Nothing egregious happened, like, customer-wise. But my hands gave me some serious grief for the first time since they hired me back and it really was problematic. Luckily I was able to work around...