Tuesday

Preface: Sleepin' in today was rough. I got a crick in my neck that just won't go away.

Okay. So. For about a week now, I've almost maybe had a job at Caribou Coffee. And today is the day—I'm waiting for a call from the manager…

And my phone is dying.

Rewind—I get up (oy, my neck), drive to a local coffee shop, Pablos, to get wireless and a cup of the cheapest coffee available. (I am running out of the quarters I stole from my dad two weeks ago). The place is packed. There is one open table in the way-back behind two Spanish-speaking adults.

There are a lot of mustaches and plaid snapped up shirts.

And I get situated to check my email and Facebook (only the most important things for this art major) and the wireless won't show up.

I wait.

I watch. People all over.

Coffee's too hot to drink.

I spy an open table in the center of the shop. Clearly this will be the answer to the wireless problem.

Clock on the wall says four. Watch says three. I'm time-warped.

No wireless.

I ask a mustache, "Is there a password to the wireless?"

"We don't have internet"

…Now I was in this same coffee shop three weeks ago and got wireless just peachy. Awesome. I drink up my hot coffee and make a few more observations while watching 6th Street go whizzing by.

I'll go back to Fluid Coffee Bar around the corner from apartment. Drive. Phone beeping. Dying… Dying…

Park. Handicapped spot.

Repark. Dying…

Go into stairwell, run down to street level, go for the door… and…

No handle. It was broken off and lying on the ground.

Really?

Up the stairs, around the parking garage, around and around. Dying…

Cross the street. Through other parking garage. Dying…

Tell landlords that handle is broken off. I get a look like, Asshole broke the door and he's blaming it on someone else.

Finally get to MORE caffeination and internet. And a plug for my phone.

No job emails.

No job phone calls.

Good Tuesday.