My new office is right on Michigan Avenue, most notably it is the building who’s storefront hosts a Starbucks. The busiest Starbucks in Chicago, I’m told. I actually should know from experience, since my first two weeks I was in there twice a day.
“Wow, you must be loaded,” my friend said when she heard this confession. “I don’t think I have realized the financial impact of going to Starbucks twice a day yet.” A few days later, after balancing my checkbook, I had.
So I cut back . . . to once a day. Still ridiculous. But then I had a strange sensation on Thursday. Something I had never felt before. I was tired of my grande non-fat caramel macchiato - iced or non-iced. I was sick of Starbucks. Never thought I would see the day.