I'll have the Ben Affleck...

Things I have learned from working at my current job the last two weeks:

1. The title "art director" is so much more fun than my previous title. Not that I do anything different, its just more fun to say.

2. I have way more work in the first 6 days of work than I have had possibly in my entire time at my previous position. I have worked through every lunch, save today, and have left work no earlier than 8:15 when my hours should be 9:30 to 6:30.

3. My Star-crack (aka '*$' or Starbucks) drink of choice also happens to be Ben Afflecks. I learned this last Thursday morning, where I defintely needed the coffee following my marketing brainstorm all-nighter. I collected my drink from the portly barista and headed over to the fixings bar, I was approached by this 20-something guy in a Jamba juice apron. "Iced coffee with a shot of sugar free vanilla, huh?" He says it the way the bartender looks at me when I order a Bacardi and Diet, also known as the "skinny bitch" -- as in, you do know you're not a skinny bitch, right??? So I ask him what the big deal with my order is, and in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about how this guy I almost married once used to complain how my coffee order was so complicated. "Oh," he shrugs, "I used to work at the Starbucks in Savannah and Ben Affleck used to come in all of the time and order the same thing." I joked that maybe Ben and I were soulmates -- you know, right after he's done with his kick-ass-wife and little baby. Or that maybe its the Boston in me. Ben probably knows, like I have come to know, that no where but in the Boston Dunkin Donuts can you find the best French Vanilla Iced Coffee you may ever drink. The only thing you can get close to such a fine taste is my (I mean, our) concoction from Starbucks. Now, I could get into why you can't just get one at Dunkin Donuts in Miami or Savannah... but that's a whole other blog to itself. Anyway, the guy smiles at me and goes on his way into the white morning sunlight. I shake some cinnamon into my coffee, thinking to myself that the person that would get the greatest kick out of this story is someone who will never hear it.

4. I am not meant to drive on the highway. It takes me 60 minutes to get to a job that is only 30 minutes away. I also drive into Havana -- I mean, Miami -- where apparently everyone has taken a different driving test than I had to take when I got my license. Oh yeah, half of them don't even have a license, and forget car insurance. The State of Florida actually came out with a press release this week stating that using an indicator was merely a COURTESY. . . as if anyone used one anyway. When you put out your indicator, all it does is indicate to the cars behind you that it is time to excelerate.

5. Protein/ meal replacement bars still taste like chocolate flavored chalk. Never, in any circumstances, will I ever eat a Pria Powerbar Chocolate Almond Crunch bar EVER again. Worst.tasting.thing.ever. It was like chocolate, chalk, and Elmers glue paste.

6. If I go to bed now, I will actually be going to bed EARLY for a change.

*cue Dolly Parton....*