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Let it be known that for the most part I actively stay away from coffee shops. The people that often congregate there have conversations that are very different than bars. And that's the nicest way I can summarize my coffee shop experiences.
I stumbled my way in here once because of handfuls of scraps of paper that accumulated in my work and home life. It was a weekday, and I was pleasantly surprised that this location was all but abandoned sans myself. It allowed me to plow thru this scribbled hell and manage it to workable plans.
A few weeks ago as I type this it was record breaking hotter than hell and it's a big thing for everyone to ignore it until someone else complains. And then we unleash our chambered story beginning "oh, this is nothing..." Of course, you were raised near 3 mile island and had to take your long sleeved shirt off for a whole week.
I have even made fun of this establishments name, often calling it fivebucks. However, this is the one location (of 2) that I have ever enjoyed going to, not just in Vegas but anywhere I have ever been. And this is from the chain that has densely packed locations across the street from each other less than 150' away. The other location of course where I knew someone who worked there & it was blessed to be near a strip club where the dancers were pre/ post shift regulars. Time to consider my statute of limitations on an old review of that place. What do you think, should I?
The last time I was in here I realized shit, I should have applied here?! At the time I was a regular, I had probably the best job I had going into what was my ultimate fantasy job. It was when things were going south at that job was when I should have applied. I don't know what the hell hindsight actually is, but it sure presents itself as a mocking enemy to me for the most part.
I have actually applied at another location and crunched thru their online psycho-metrics. No, this chain does not take an interest in people wear something nice and go out of their way to talk to a manager. And I have all but minored in the psychological aspects of those application tests that ask you in several different ways the ethics of not reporting someone who has stolen a paperclip from the work place.
But this location is where I could always get a cool frap on those unbearably hot days. And it's also the place I left work for some place quiet where my work actually got done. In fact, I got into the pattern of sorting the work I had to do by priority and packing it to be done here.
It was a lot like doing laundry: let it pile up there, sort it, bring it all here and go thru it systematically jacked up on mocha. I attribute this place to also to find an alternative so I wouldn't not write everything on scraps of paper to prevent the stacks later. I tried small notebooks, note pads and settled on the system I still use to this day.
I've always enjoyed coming to the Westin, I got to know some of the staff thru work and would loved to have worked there, also. But I understood what little turnover the place has for what I was interested in, the double edged sword of a great job.
This was often my checkpoint to recover from Stage door or even Ellis Island. Or Tuscany. Or it was my prebattle for the same, also including Terrible's.
It's sad for me to reveal such a quiet, secret fishing spot of a place. But I may not get to use it for quite some time, so I must pass it along to those who want to get away from the constant bombardment of the strip.
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