The Lovely Little Introvert

     I don't normally share the things I write. And nothing I've written lately has even been good. I was starting to think I had lost it. I tried to quit altogether, leave it as a forgotten dream. But a part of me also knew that I still had a little left. Someone once said that you need to write until you surprise yourself. Today I sat back surprised at what was staring back at me from the paper. Again, normally I don't share my writings, but I felt like I needed to today.         "Two years. It had been two years since that last day-since the day you walked out. And although I hadn't seen you, it was like nothing had changed. For me, everywhere I looked you were there. You followed me everywhere. At first I tried to ignore you, but you wouldn't go away. I pretended like it didn't bother me. You were there, but so what? Still you persisted. You kept on and on until finally I gave in. One night, in the mid-October rain, I slipped on my best shoes and wen

      For whoever reads my blog post, you had to know something about Starbucks was coming sooner or later. It is a big part of my life, after all.       Here is just a bit of my Starbucks background to give a little perspective. When I moved back to Colorado after a brief, albeit messed up time, in Arizona, I started job searching again. I was offered my old job waiting tables, but I hated it and had resolved never to go back after having worked there for two years. It was, needless to say, a miserable place. So I began the endless task of filling out applications, almost a full-time job in itself. I applied for everything not having to do with food of any kind. I called around and no on seemed to be hiring (or they had misplaced my application--thanks, Bath and Body Works lady!). After about a month of hearing absolutely nothing, I started applying at all the places I had deemed "forbidden"--restaurants, which meant being a waitress again. My dad all but told me to apply a