I am meeting a friend for a coffee tomorrow. Scarab has got me hooked on the bad juju of Gloria Jean's so I begged this friend to indulge me and meet me there for a chocolate-mint dairy drink infusion, with whipped cream on top.
She decided it would be good material for a self-deprecating blog.
Please check back here tomorrow for self-deprecation.
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Hey, my sister is a barista at gj's, so don't get too hung up on the whole self deprecation thing. I have to swallow my hubris every time I swallow one of their fab coffees (as far as banal and mediocre franchising of the bland goes, their coffee is not too bad, really).
My two GJ fun facts are that 1. A few years ago I was so absorbed in reading a book and drinking one of their icy coffeeish concoctions that someone managed to steal my handbag without me noticing at all and 2. They have a franchise inside a women's prison in Sydney where inmates learn about working in a coffee shop as part of their rehabilitation and lots of them get jobs when they're released. You don't see Starbucks doing that!
(These facts are not connected in any way)
I will assume that k's sister came by her employment through more conventional recruitment processes.
Spookily enough, my word verification is kidnnhp. That's the way you say it when you're sitting in a coffee shop and you don't want anyone to overhear your dastardly plans, "We'll kidnnhp the little tike on his way home from school."
Have you met my family?
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