Some how little coffee shops are just cool places to work. The smell of coffee, carefully selected soundtracks, and light buzz of conversation somehow create the PERFECT atmosphere to work, talk, or study. I find myself being more productive at Starbucks than my own apartment at times.
Yes, I do admit that this VERY silly, but there is just something about going somewhere to work and being intentional about actually WORKING on things. I’m guessing it’s totally psychological, and I have been deceived by all the coffee shops across the world like the rest of us. No matter, though, I like Starbucks and little holes in the walls, and I love working in them too. Nothing helps a session’s editing fly by like a sweet tea latte and hipster music, right?
Well all of these coffe shop musings have a purpose, I promise. Last week, I headed out to the local Starbucks to destroy my to-do list and spend sometime with my roommate, Caitlin. It was a good time, and I was semi-productive. I was all smiles as we headed out to my car, and I saw it. A little orange envelope and blue and white piece of paper. A parking ticket. In my RUSH to be productive and in the hipster-coolness of Starbuck, I forgot to put NOT ONE little quarter in the meter. Duh, Jessica. But, I must say, the time in the Bucks with Caitlin and Canon (my Mac also has a name…) was WELL worth the 7 dollars.