Starbuck's Day

From my alarm's first beckoning until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's, I knew the day could be filled with stress. There was an endless Leadership Staff meeting where Hanrahan imposed his histrionic will on all the less gifted there. Basically, everyone. Hanrahan saw to it that leadership staff only addressed 4 of the 13 items on the agenda. Perhaps because the final 5 items on that agenda had to do with improprieties in Hanrahan's work group! I survived the morning to woof down a deli sandwich and another Venti Columbian Starbuck's. (Two bad accidents at intersections on the way to the deli.) They skimped on the spicy mayo! I ate it anyway, hearing echoes of Hanrahan advising everyone to watch the Democratic debate. "We need Hillary or Bernie, people!" And me, a registered Republican. I'd rather visit those two in a federal lockup than hurl watching them lie on CNN. "About votes and legalizing 'hippy lettuce' I surmised. Returning to work I was summoned to the HR office. "Could you and Brandt help with Vista Team for a while?" Hanrahan was being terminated as we spoke. "Be glad to help with Vista Team, folks. I might even watch the Democratic debate tonight!" Hanrahan will have plenty of time to. If I had been a Liberal about them I could have begged, "My kingdom for a Xanax." But, I am saved. Brandt is heading to the deli for a late lunch. I give him a sawbuck, tell him to have a sandwich, and P_L_E_A_S_E, bring a Venti Columbian Starbuck's, dark and rich. Just another day in the trenches.