I’m sitting on a futon that too closely resembles mine at home, but other than that, I’m liking it here. This is my second attempt at Gramstand – a nice little coffee and tea shop offering free wifi. Thing is, i’m not using their wifi. I just sneezed and everyone said bless you. I walked in and they had some Bob Marley playing. The vibe here is completely different than B Cup. Where B Cup feels like the home of an Italian artist, Gramstand feels like Hemingway’s solarium. Green plants, white roughed up wood, beige futon, green chairs, clean lighting and really vary simple display of food and decor. It’s more minimalist and a really cute girl talked to me when I walked in the door. she warned me that the seats put you a little low under the table. Good warning as I HATE that. So now I’m perched on their futon with my laptop on their coffee table (made higher by resting on an Operation game box) drinking a really tasty citrus berry tea.
I’m pretty down about the state of my phone, but it’s only making me want a job more. That and the fact that I’m the one roadblock to Factor and I getting our place to not look like Roseanne Barr’s trailer. And I don’t mean her ass. But if it’s fuzzy, our place might look like her ass. I’m off now, to work on my resumes (oh yes, there are many… must target for specific audiences).
Guess what else I did – don’t totally pass out on your spreadsheets, people.
I joined Facebook. how gross is THAT?
facebook is god sent for people who love to know what people they don’t want to talk to have been doing with their lives…stalk away, no one will know.