Coffee @ Yahoo!

Haven't been around here in a while so I thought, I'd write a little again. I also haven't been to Starbucks or Peet's in a while so no more name stories. Sorry ... I guess. The reason for that is pretty simple, I am enjoying the free coffee at work. We have a staffed espresso bar and organic beans and it's actually pretty good, much better than Starbucks. And if you like coffee like me it's pretty cool. Maybe I am drinking too much coffee now, but hey, I am fired up no matter what ... Only took about 2 weeks until the barista Jose knew exactly what I wanted and now I don't even need to order anymore. Sometimes, my drink is ready by the time I reach the counter. That's how it should be.
When I am not busy drinking a shitload of coffee I learn about dynamic html, javascript and all that good stuff. There is a really good web site from a guy named Doug Crockford about javascript. I am sort of getting into it, it is somewhat addictive. On the other hand, I have to say, that looking at other people's javascript is not the most beautiful sight. If you are a newbie to this whole area, looking at code is sometimes not the easiest. for one thing, you will be hardpressed to find comments. But who needs comments anyway ...
Anyway, I so far I am enjoying myself...

And another one ...

True to the name of this blog, I have another Starbucks name story to tell. Same scenario: Bunch of work people and I have a bagel (actually two bagels today as it was a two-bagel-day) for lunch and then head over to the Starbucks to get a cup of coffee. Well, there is the few of us that order girly drinks like eggnog latte or peppermint mocha. The rest (including me of course) order manly drinks like pure coffee or Americanos. (Yes, I am that shallow ... ;-) and it's really irrelevant but always wanted to say this)
Anyway, my turn, I order my Americano and she asks for my name. I say it and she starts writing, and writing, and writing, strikes everyting through and keeps writing, then she gets stuck (like a deer in the headlights). She started out with -j- -u- -j- and did not get anywhere. So I spell my name for her ... twice. Guess what was written on my cup? -J- -U- -G- -R- -E- Truly amazing ...
Later in the afternoon, I go to Peet's and get another coffee (yeah, I know I spend way too much money on coffee). There I spell my name and she gets it right...

Another name story ...

This afternoon, before heading to the grad class of boredom, my buddy Jan and I stopped at one of the local Peet's coffee stores. I order my Latte and the girl behind the counter asks for my name. I tell her my name which left her totally disoriented on her little touch screen. So I go ahead and spell my name for her: J - o - e - r - g
She types it in (correctly that is) and feels compelled to say something because the name strikes her as not being typically American. So she asks me where I am from and I tell that I am German. Oh boy, what a mistake. She starts telling me that she is German too. She doesn't speak the language and was born in the U.S. (which she tells me w/o me even asking for any of that), and that she is partially German and Norwegian. She asks me whether I get this a lot. Not sure what she meant I say: "Do you mean that every American is partially German?" I think she got my hint ... But how come that once people either figure out that I am German (or after I told them) feel compelled to either tell me that they are German as well or, run down the list of all the German words they know. They all seem to know the same words, which are either lame curse words, names of towns or names of food. What do they expect? That I hug them because I am so happy I met another (partial) German? All I wanted is a cup of coffee ... but at least she wrote down my name correctly.