Thank you Starbucks

I"m sitting at Starbucks with my new lap top.
This is freaging awesome! I have internet! I haven't had internet, in like a year! So pictures are coming soon! If not within the hour! I actually might be able to finally put a profile picture up! Maybe if people see that I'm a real person, they'll start leaving comments! *clears throat* No pressure of anything...
I almost forgot for a split second that I miss Starbucks. I miss working here. The whole idea behind Starbucks, just makes my heart happy. I was the happiest when I worked here. Before I started at my "real jobs." Jobs where Corporate became a bad word. A word you used to describe how things just aren't fair, and there's nothing you can do about it.
For instance, today "Corporate" made us cut 50 odd hours off this week's schedule. So we're running on literally 0 staff. When customer's would start yelling about how there was no one to assist them on the sales floor, all you can do is shrug and blame it on "Corporate." At least that's all I could've done, instead I pulled out like 40 gift with purchase bags and started handing them out. I love selling. I love customer service. I don't love having to jeopardize all those things because some man sitting in his oval office says we need to cut payroll...
I made a career out of management, and I love the process. I love being a manager, these days though, when I'm driving to work, I just want to cry. Cry because I know that even though I plan on doing A, B, and C I won't. I won't because I'll come in to a list pilled up to the ceiling of things that should have been done the day before, that I now have to do.
Everyone's advice? "Just don't!" I can't! I can't just leave work without getting everything done. It kills me. Today I worked 2 hours off the clock, just to get 1 thing done. Yeah, it's my only night off, and I should have been here at Starbucks writing this blog like an hour ago...
Anywho...
Today's weigh in 111.8
Body Fat 14%
I'm a little happier with that number. I sure do miss 110, but considering everything else going on, being 111.8 is the least of my worries. At least for tonight. Tonight I start my book. I have several in mind actually. 1 being on addiction, and 2 being on my spiritual encounters. I may just start writing both at the same time. I miss writing. So may as well dive in head first. Overwhelm myself with unfinished memoirs, rather than unshed pounds.
God wants me to write. Those girls I met here once told me so. *laughs* Not just that, writing gives me a sense of relief. A way to reflect. A way to cope. Most importantly, a way to heal.
Cheers good friends. Hope all is well in your lives. Tonight my focuses are lying with in these fingertips. My only worries are how fast I can type what words are formulating in my mind. Wish me luck.