So if you’ve been to Starbucks anytime in the past week, you probably noticed that the cup that holds your favorite beverage is sporting a new look. Or old. Depends on how you look at it.
Last month, Starbucks closed its doors for a couple hours at all stores nationwide for mandatory employee training, in an effort to get the popular coffee chain back to its roots: serving great coffee. In the past few years, they felt they had strayed from their core vision and focused more on their store merchandise, private music label, and other things.
What came of this training initiative? First, Starbucks will come out with a dollar cup of coffee soon, in response to McDonald’s new fresh roast coffee (I don’t drink coffee; I go to Starbucks for their chai tea, but apparently McDonald’s roast is pretty good according to many people I know). They’ve been giving them a run for their money lately (I know, whodathunk it?).
The new cup is actually their old cup design, sporting the original brown logo from their Pike’s Place location. It’s not here to stay, either. It’s just a promotion for their Pike’s Place coffee roast. The old cups will apparently be back in May from what I’ve read.
Well this is a new one. I can’t count how many times people have thought my name was Travis (though I still don’t understand why that’s such a common thing that happens to me, because honestly I haven’t really met any more people named Travis than Trevor in my lifetime, but I digress). Well this morning at the Cabell Library Starbucks at VCU, I ordered my usual pick-me-up, a grande nonfat Chai Tea Latte. They ask for your name with your order at this particular location because it’s so incredibly busy, and the lady asked mine twice because I guess she couldn’t hear me. But I ended up with Thomas on my cup. I don’t know I just found that interesting. How in the world do you get Thomas from Trevor? Yet more proof that I really don’t exist, especially at VCU, like I
So I was at the Miller’s gas station on Nuckols Road today pumping gas. It was cold as all, and me being the procrastinator that I am, had no coat to wear whatsoever because I was washing every single one at once. So not only am I standing out in the freezing cold, but then the gas pump decides it would like to strike up a chat. The first thing that loud, annoying box thing blares through the speaker tries to lure me in for a snack. “In a rush? Come on in and pick up a ready-made sandwich for the road!” No thanks, I just ate. The thing just keeps on belting out reasons that I should venture even farther from my warm car and enjoy a less-than-decent snack or beverage. It’s bad enough that the on-screen prompts ask if you want a receipt, a car wash, or want to pay in or outside (okay seriously, if I’ve already swiped my card, isn’t there, oh I don’t know, pretty much a more than 100% chance I’m paying outside?). But this thing just kept on telling me what I needed to buy. The short version: “You want a sandwich?” NO! “Some chips?” NO! “A slushy?” NO! It’d be frozen solid by the time I got it back to the car anyway. “Coffee?” I don’t like coffee. Plus, I just gave away half my life savings to the big oil companies anyway by filling my gas-sucking Xterra (I really need to sell it) all the way to the top; you think I have any more money left over to donate to your dinky mini-mart snack department anyway?



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