Bad Day Drug
12 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Coffee
Bad days are expensive. One by one things that seemed pretty-ok- not-perfect-but-stable-enough topple over leaving you attempting not to bawl your eyes out over their remains. And so we shell out money to fix these problems or to compensate for the loss we have suffered.
And so Starbucks is getting all of my money.
Before you judge me think about this; when I am at work and want to cry or scream and hit things (all three are bad ideas unless perhaps you are an actor and then it is called creative expression)I buy coffee instead, and look quite sophisticated and professional despite my trauma. A grande white chocolate mocha is much more socially acceptable than the tantrums I wish to throw, and the panda eyes my histrionics would produce. Plus whilst (yes I admit it) overpriced, my take away coffee is significantly cheaper than therapy.
And yes smartie-pants therapy SHOULD be free on the NHS but have you tried getting it lately? Unless you’ve started stabbing yourself with your letter opener and other various sharp pieces of stationary in public you are unlikely to be handed your free salvation without a marathon of hoop jumping. And the final jump would probably have to be off a tall building as a cry for help before they hand you over to the complimentary NHS PHD.
This is obviously why there are so many successful coffee houses all over the country.
They shouldn’t hide the service they are doing to society. I feel they should proudly wave their humanitarian flag reading ‘We look after your mental health, so your doctor doesn’t have to!’.
Quite a selling point.
So until my days start to cheer up I will donate my money to overpriced addictive substances. Though I think I’ll make a t shirt reading ‘Starbucks saved my life’. It might get me a free Caramel Latte.
