First of all, I shocked everyone with winning February's Partner of the Month. I can have the raddest customer service skills when I want to, or more importantly, when the customer deserves them (which is rare), but I'm notorious for displaying sub par customer service. I've mastered the bitchy-but-can-get-away-with-it-because-I-have-a-nice-smile-and-condescending-tone-of-voice-type of customer service skills. I rock drive-thru because [idiotic] people are placing their orders on a camera, and it's much easier to make fun of them while they're ordering on a camera than directly to their face. Might I add that I've also mastered the you're-an-idiot-type look while people order from me face-to-face (which is probably why I rock drive-thru) because let's face it, 99% of people ARE idiots.
Wow, ok, I didn't mean for that to turn into such a ragey vent. As I was saying...I won Partner of the Month! So I need a picture of myself for the frame that goes up in the store for all to see. I look through my entire camera and my entire laptop and discover that every picture of myself is either with someone else, or with an alcoholic beverage in hand. So what do I do? A photo shoot by myself, of course.
I spent a good 20-30 minutes figuring out the self-timer on my camera, then chose a prime location in the house for the most "natural" looking photograph, then Went. To. Town. I probably took 20 pictures of myself. Hair up. Hair down. Smiling. Fake drinking from a Starbucks cup. Thumbs up. Tossing hair. This was definitely one of those "someone should be watching me and judging PROFUSELY" moments. I finally captured a good one where I'm just smiling like a regular person, but upon picturing it in the frame at work, I visualized it more as a memorial-type picture that people would be remembering me by because I died. It freaked me out. So onward we go to a more "candid" picture. It finally happened. It TOTALLY looks like someone with a camera told me, as I walked by them, to turn around so they could take a picture. The fact that I'm telling this story ruins that secret, but let's face it, not everyone does these kinds of things. Not people I know anyway.
This is all happening February 13, THIRTEEN DAYS into the month! AND it's a short month. So I go to Shopper's to print off this picture. It's fairly easy and quick and then the machine asks for payment. 33 cents it cost me. I look around for a change slot as to NOT have to use my debit card. No such thing. So I debit this purchase of 33 cents (who cares that it'll probably cost me $2.00 in service charges because my bank is one of the only ones existing that doesn't offer unlimited debit transactions), and I basically die laughing because I replayed the events of the last 2 hours over in my head.
So come on in to Mt Lehman Starbucks to view this photo of yours truly, taken by yours truly. I honestly look like I'm having the time of my life.