What if your computer expertise is such that you're able to make computers do what they don't want to do? I think the robotic uprising will not be kind to you, either.
Here's how my typical exchange goes with my local SBucks barista. See if you can spot opportunities to improve efficiency.
"Hi, I'd like a medium ice coffee."
"Grande?"
"Ok, grande."
"Sweetened?"
"No unsweetened."
"Room for milk?"
"Ok - room for milk. Otherwise I can just pour some out in your trash can, like I normally do."
"Could I get your name?"
"My name?"
[Wags Sharpie]
"Ok. Thoidythoidnthoid."
"Could you spell that?"
"t-h-o-i-d-y-t-h-o-i-d-n-t-h-o-i-d"
Barista writes for a minute, then:
"COULD I HAVE A GRANDE SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNTHOID PLEASE?"
Other barista: "GRANDE SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNTHOID!"
"I wanted that unsweetened."
1st barista: "RECALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COULD I HAVE AN *UN*SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNYTHOID PLEASE"
Other barista: "Make that an *UN*SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNYTHOID"
1st barista: "How would you like to pay for that?"
"With money."
[We fumble with money, change.]
"Have a great day."
"I will. With what's left of it. And by the way, why is your boss sitting over there taking apart and putting together a Mr. Potato Head?"
"Beats the fuck out of me."
[I step aside to wait for my coffee.]
@Thoidythoidnthoid: Hmm, judging from our laser scans of your retinas, it appears you lost concentration on the nose assembly. We will now apply an electric shock to your testicles.
@JacquesPaysan: Yeah, really. Why they hell can't they get a robot to do my job? Or at least get some automaton I can remotely control from home. What the hell is taking so long?
Hamilton that's the best intro paragraph I think I've ever seen you write. Can I get that tattoo'd, or do you have an AP-Tattoo per word policy I should watch out for?
@DahlELama: The Starbucks in Penn Station has, no joke, *eight* counter employees in the mornings. They end up running around like chickens with their heads cut off; there are too many of them, they all *feel* busy because there are a lot of customers, but only a few of them actually do all that much. There's one or two registers open, one person doing drinks, and one person taking orders pre-register. What are the other four workers for?
There's your $5 frappuccino, right there.
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"Hi, I'd like a medium ice coffee."
"Grande?"
"Ok, grande."
"Sweetened?"
"No unsweetened."
"Room for milk?"
"Ok - room for milk. Otherwise I can just pour some out in your trash can, like I normally do."
"Could I get your name?"
"My name?"
[Wags Sharpie]
"Ok. Thoidythoidnthoid."
"Could you spell that?"
"t-h-o-i-d-y-t-h-o-i-d-n-t-h-o-i-d"
Barista writes for a minute, then:
"COULD I HAVE A GRANDE SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNTHOID PLEASE?"
Other barista: "GRANDE SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNTHOID!"
"I wanted that unsweetened."
1st barista: "RECALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COULD I HAVE AN *UN*SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNYTHOID PLEASE"
Other barista: "Make that an *UN*SWEETENED WITH ROOM ICE COFFEE FOR THOIDYTHOIDNYTHOID"
1st barista: "How would you like to pay for that?"
"With money."
[We fumble with money, change.]
"Have a great day."
"I will. With what's left of it. And by the way, why is your boss sitting over there taking apart and putting together a Mr. Potato Head?"
"Beats the fuck out of me."
[I step aside to wait for my coffee.]
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There's your $5 frappuccino, right there.
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That's not a prescription--that's a contradiction in terms.