So I find it pertinent to comment on my now weekly-rounds of food and coffee stops. The ladies in Sage Cafe now know me by name... and know that I come in for a small coffee almost every day [they even remind me about my punch-card on days when I'm too asleep to remember I have one]. That's not the end of it though - the late-night workers at Dunkin Doughts also know my order... they've tried to hand me the wrong thing in a rush at 8.30 or so at night... and then they see my glowing face and remember my hazelnut with milk and sugar. yup. I find it depressing how much people know about my cyclical lifestyle. And I think it goes like this:
Sunday usually begins at Mocha Blend - Irish Creme, every time. And then grab a bagel from DD [plain w/ veggie, as always]. Sunday nights usually entail dinner at the Yellow House, followed by a late-night DD coffee. Then there's Mondays... which actually aren't the worst day of my week - I have to say I'm usually happy to wake up on Mondays - anthropology is much more stimulating these days and I've come to adore the professor - his quirkiness is now something I welcome. So, I'm usually not awake early enough to get a coffee before 10am, but I go straight to Sage Cafe at 12 [rain, sleet, snow, hail... anything Troy throws at me] and get myself a Cinnamon coffee. Then Monday rolls to an unassuming close. Ah, Tuesdays... a little more unwelcomed - I get up sometime between 8 - 9am to drive out past "Defreestville" for my morning lesson [I always wish I could get a coffee before riding, Lisa doesn't understand how I even show up there without being caffinated]. Then I hop on one of the crazy animals - almost get my arm bitten off by JB most of the time, and hold on for dear life when he turns into a tank over fences. After I make my long trek back to Troy and it's straight to DD - usually the one near Hudson Valley. Then it's showering and deciding whether or not Ecology is really worth it - there's always a 50-50 chance with that one. It's always a whirlwind after Tuesday... my mornings are usually early - too early for coffees or breaks... the days are long, Wed and Thursday both usually being 8am-6pm filled with things to do. Ahh, and then Thursday night comes around... when I dread being alive. Going to sleep Thursday night doesn't mean rest like it always has in the past - it means waking up early - wearing uncomfortable black pants and showing up in downtown Albany for my few hours of stark, business-y service. I have to get a coffee at Mug Shots... which usually ends up tasting like dirt, and getting a fleeting, stern look from the lady behind the counter - who I'm convinced is only nice to people she's known since the dinosaurs ruled the earth [the attitude of the people in the neck of the woods where I work is all the same... all completely horrible]. So I take the almond-buttered shit and add some milk to it and then show my face in an office where maaaybe two people look like they have souls staring back at me. One-on-one conversations with everyone there are great! But most of the time is isolation, stale jokes, and people upset about this that or the other thing dealing with the most industrial materials, layouts, and ideas I've ever been exposed to. But ahh - Saturdays - I'm alive again! Saturdays are Panera and Starbucks day... a good way to recover from my wounded Fridays. And that's it - my life in a string of foods and coffees... the things that I use as my escape from the Greene building... and my fate.
- c
Ahh, I need to include a p.s. I can't fail to mention Professor Java's - that one gets sprinkled in there, too every once in a while. Also, Spillin the Beans... that's a once-a-month stop... just to spice things up a bit. So, there you have it! My weekly rounds.
Sunday usually begins at Mocha Blend - Irish Creme, every time. And then grab a bagel from DD [plain w/ veggie, as always]. Sunday nights usually entail dinner at the Yellow House, followed by a late-night DD coffee. Then there's Mondays... which actually aren't the worst day of my week - I have to say I'm usually happy to wake up on Mondays - anthropology is much more stimulating these days and I've come to adore the professor - his quirkiness is now something I welcome. So, I'm usually not awake early enough to get a coffee before 10am, but I go straight to Sage Cafe at 12 [rain, sleet, snow, hail... anything Troy throws at me] and get myself a Cinnamon coffee. Then Monday rolls to an unassuming close. Ah, Tuesdays... a little more unwelcomed - I get up sometime between 8 - 9am to drive out past "Defreestville" for my morning lesson [I always wish I could get a coffee before riding, Lisa doesn't understand how I even show up there without being caffinated]. Then I hop on one of the crazy animals - almost get my arm bitten off by JB most of the time, and hold on for dear life when he turns into a tank over fences. After I make my long trek back to Troy and it's straight to DD - usually the one near Hudson Valley. Then it's showering and deciding whether or not Ecology is really worth it - there's always a 50-50 chance with that one. It's always a whirlwind after Tuesday... my mornings are usually early - too early for coffees or breaks... the days are long, Wed and Thursday both usually being 8am-6pm filled with things to do. Ahh, and then Thursday night comes around... when I dread being alive. Going to sleep Thursday night doesn't mean rest like it always has in the past - it means waking up early - wearing uncomfortable black pants and showing up in downtown Albany for my few hours of stark, business-y service. I have to get a coffee at Mug Shots... which usually ends up tasting like dirt, and getting a fleeting, stern look from the lady behind the counter - who I'm convinced is only nice to people she's known since the dinosaurs ruled the earth [the attitude of the people in the neck of the woods where I work is all the same... all completely horrible]. So I take the almond-buttered shit and add some milk to it and then show my face in an office where maaaybe two people look like they have souls staring back at me. One-on-one conversations with everyone there are great! But most of the time is isolation, stale jokes, and people upset about this that or the other thing dealing with the most industrial materials, layouts, and ideas I've ever been exposed to. But ahh - Saturdays - I'm alive again! Saturdays are Panera and Starbucks day... a good way to recover from my wounded Fridays. And that's it - my life in a string of foods and coffees... the things that I use as my escape from the Greene building... and my fate.
- c
Ahh, I need to include a p.s. I can't fail to mention Professor Java's - that one gets sprinkled in there, too every once in a while. Also, Spillin the Beans... that's a once-a-month stop... just to spice things up a bit. So, there you have it! My weekly rounds.
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