The Daily Pound

When I know I’m going to be in Siebel Center for the majority of the day, I typically purchase a small fountain drink from the overpriced Bevande. I figure that paying $1.35 and getting unlimited refills for the day is more cost effective than bringing my own refreshments. This also allows me to switch up the drink throughout the day; I can switch from Coke, Mr. Pibb, Vault, Root Beer, etc. at any point. Quite the feature.

Speaking of feature, Bevande has a new feature. I noticed this when I was going up for a refill towards the end of the day. As I was walking from the Atrium on the 1st floor towards Bevande, one of the employees came out and personally handed a sandwich to the customer who was sitting at a table waiting. Talk about service. However, you may be asking yourself, “I’ve seen them do that before, how is that a new feature?” The feature, my friends, is who brings out the sandwich. For those of you who haven’t noticed, Bevande has a new employee. I am going to call her NewGirl, for lack of knowing who she is. Reason this is a feature: NewGirl is pretty darn cute. If anybody knows her, feel free to give her my information. You’d be doing both of us a favor.

So next time you’re around Siebel, enjoy an overpriced refreshment from Bevande. Who knows, you might even get your drink personally handed to you by NewGirl.

Peace out brussel sprouts,
Don

So the other night, rose, alambert, and myself were up late working in 0222 Siebel Center - an usual occurrence as of late.  We knew that we were going to be there all night, and, well, rose and I wanted coffee.  We decided to go to Starbucks, as we weren’t really in the mood for crappy gas station coffee that night.

When we got to Starbucks, rose ordered first.  She got her usual drink, no surprise: grande raspberry soy no whip mocha.  My order: a venti caramel frapaccino - I keep things simple (or so I thought).

So we were standing there waiting for our drinks, and they called out a grande caramel frapaccino.  That wasn’t what I ordered, and it was called before rose’s drink came out, so I naturally thought it was from the person that ordered before us.  rose’s drink came up, and she got it, and then they called the grande caramel frapaccino again, and looked at me to imply it was mine.  I asked if it was mine, and mentioned that I was confused because I ordered a venti, not a grande (I’m a growing boy, I need my caffeine).  The girl that made my drink was apologetic, and offered to make me a venti instead.  I told her that it wasn’t a big deal, just that I thought it was somebody else’s drink.  She insisted on making it into a venti, but I said it’s not a big deal, since I was only charged for a grande.  The other girl working (the one that took my order) overheard the conversation, and also offered to make it into a venti.  I also told her that it was no big deal, grabbed my drink, and began to walk away from the counter.

As I was walking away, she goes, “Hold on a sec.”, and she goes into a super-secret drawer, and pulls out this card for a free drink of my choice the next time I came in.  Sweetness.  I can only assume that they do not readily give these out, and that I received one because both of the girls working there were uncontrollable uncontrollably attracted to my manly physique (I mean… can you blame them?).

After hearing of my journey to Starbucks, alambert posted this link:

http://anerroroccurredwhileprocessingthisdirective.com/2007/09/28/the-most-expensive-drink-at-starbucks/      

To sum up the link to the lazy people that don’t want to click through, this guy got one of those coupons, and used it to get a drink that cost $13.73. I was not as bold: I instead decided to get the same drink that they messed up in the first place: venti caramel frapaccino.  I know, I’m bold like that.And that’s the story of how I got hit on, and how I raped Starbucks out of ~$5.  That’ll teach them to mess with me again.

Keep on keepin’ on,
Don 

Hurrah.

We are outside some conference room whilst some student occupies the whole room taking the conflict exam.  Dressed up for the occasion and more, Don and I sit here with our MacBooks and broken spirits.

More from the front lines as the day progresses.

Due to a relative dearth of common exams, many of the original conference members have left the room. Thus occupation will die down until about tomorrow, when we will all frantically scramble to study for 421.

Personally I have decided that the best way to spend my relatively free time is to sleep as much as humanly possible while I’m not eating. Although I give myself credit for waking up at 5AM and heading over to Siebel, at that point I had slept 15 hours prior, and I’ve since slept about 6 more hours.

Believe it or not, sleeping this much is akin to a heavy night of drinking: hours later you don’t really remember the details, but you know it felt good at the time and you still don’t really feel like doing anything now.

Some guy just walked in here, taped a sign to the window, and said, “you guys might want to take notice of this.” The sign reads something to the effect of “There is no food allowed in this room without prior approval.”

It doesn’t mention where one would get prior approval.

I think we’ve done rotating shifts of occupation since Sunday with probably 20 minutes of break.

After have slept 15 hours with minimal disturbance, I woke up around 5AM this morning with the intention of enjoying my day off. Not an hour later, I came across Compass and my barely-failing final grade which doesn’t include my last certainly-failing project grade.

More disturbingly, I received an e-mail from Enterprise: “Esta es la temporada para especiales de Enterprise.” Is this a sign of worse things to come? Has someone stole my identity and replaced it with a C en espanol? It wouldn’t be too hard, since “C” in Spanish is also “C.”

Now I am going to fix stuff at work because people were too incompetent to know what’s going on, and also to play some Travian.

Somebody showed up and peered in to our humble conference room, 2407, and started asking “if we were CS students” and if we were “graduate students” then picked some tissue out of the door as he looked upon us undergraduates with disdain. “Oh,” he commented, “that’s why you have to do this. Undergraduates aren’t allowed in these rooms after hours. Only Faculty and Grad Students. You need to leave.”

We stood firm in the face of adversity. After he left, it was unclear why there was tissue in the door to begin with; but more importantly, we’re allowed to be here. Besides it is finals week.

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Status updates on the location of poundcs’ers today have been successfully implemented. Sadly, the whiteboard lists “Home” as the primary location of most people; C and I are the sole remaining kickass people. As I type this he’s playing that Super Mario Christmas song, and despite its lack of metal…I dig it.

C’s final is approaching in a few hours, and mine is at 1:30 for 425. Hahahah I laugh at all those 473 people who have their final tomorrow while I’m taking 425’s. I bet mine will be easier. Plus I’m a bit apathetic about this whole finals week thing but that’s another story. But no seriously best of luck on the finals tomorrow; just remember, it’ll bring us all one day closer to the mega poundcs event of the year! /me does a ninja jig

Anyway, studying is attempting to be successful, but Travian (http://www.travian.com — sign up at classic server 3 northwest regio–GRAH NO DON’T DO IT) has been sucking away my life (and now C’s). But pretty soon I’ll have 5 catapults to go destroy this one jerkfaces village so it’s important that I waste no time in researching…

All right, back to work. Also, Rose, thanks for the munchkins. I was looking for a snack earlier so I stopped by the vending machines but they weren’t accepting dollar bills, and I was tempted to strike down upon them with great vengeance and fuuuuurious anger, but I didn’t.