April 9, 2002
This is so hard, this job. So hard. My eyes defocus and wander, then snap back into clarity on the coffee cup. On the cardboard holder I read
“We Proudly Brew Starbucks Coffee”
Why is so much of everything sheer bloody nonsense? You “proudly” brew Starbuck’s coffee? Really? I mean, do you really do that proudly? You don’t, do you? You don’t feel the slightest degree of pride, so why lie? Why make such an empty, fatuous statement? No, you just tote that fucking bale, same as me, same as everyone. Please. Stop your bullshit. It makes me so tired.