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:: Friday, April 06, 2007 ::
Sharpie on Paper
I like my handwriting. I think it's distinctive and somewhat stylish... even though it may be a little sloppy. Of course, I think of my ideal handwriting--when I am sitting at a desk and have all the time (and patience) in the world.
I have none of those things at work, though, so my cup writing leaves something to be desired. The drink itself--number of shots, extra hot, kind of syrup and whatnot--is completely legible, but the name scrawled on top is not. At the beginning of my shift I try to write neatly, but when the first rush hits things degrade in steps, like so:
By the last one there I'm barely looking at the cup while I write--speed is most important! Get the cup to the bar as quickly as possible! My poor coworkers. T_T
But look at the middle example. Wouldn't you say it has a little... style? -_^Labels: Random, Work
:: Kazen @ Always Doing 7:52 PM [+] ::
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