So, even though all of you got to meet and talk to other people, it turns out that at 7am in the hotel's Starbucks, people don't really want to talk, smile, even make eye contact with others. They only want caffeine. So I didn't talk to anyone except the mildly disinterested barista who took my order. I did however, sit down and enjoy what Starbucks calls "Perfect Oatmeal." It is not exactly perfect, but it is good, and at $2.95 certainly beats the hotel restaurant's $8 oatmeal on principle. Who knew Starbucks would ever be the cheap option?
So, as I enjoyed my breakfast and not-great, but consistent mocha, I thought I might try to get some work done. Ideally, I should be working on my presentation on Friday that currently exists only in my mind, and even there, only vaguely. I don't actually remember what work I did do, but while doing it my pen exploded and I now sport purple ink stains that perfectly match my hair. I am always accessorizing.
It does appear that while Starbucks in the morning may not be ideal for meeting and talking, the lobby lounge/bar that I currently am enjoying is bustling with folks ready to talk...and drink...and talk so more. On that note, I leave you until tomorrow.
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