Office Coffee Machines

My office has added more office space in a separate suite in the same building. While this includes a break room, they are not putting any amenities into the break room. The main office suite has filtered hot/cold water dispensers, two refrigerators and two microwaves, and a coffee machine.

They don’t want to add any of this to the new suite, saying that the employees moving into the new suite can simply come over to the original in order to store their lunches and get coffee in the morning, retrieve and heat their lunches, and so on. There is no interior hallway between the two suites, so getting a cup of coffee involves going outside (in Arizona, so it can be over 110°), and having to pass through three security doors.

The original suite also has private bathrooms, but the new suite shares communal bathrooms with the rest of the building… getting to which ALSO require going outside.

There’s probably not much they can do about the bathrooms, but is it fair (or legal) of them to not allow us to store and heat our lunches in our own break room?
Added: I hadn’t even noticed that I was on Yahoo-UK/Ireland. I’d gotten here through a long, circuitous route through various sites, and found a question/answer that seemed somewhat related. When it wasn’t very helpful, I posted my own. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t on "my" Yahoo.

But now, at least I know why the spell-check wants me to change "realize" to "realise." (It will have to live with the disappointment, though.)

Ok so I have to write a 2 page essay on this story. I have to explain who is repsonsbile for the girls death. The problem is my teacher is mean and made me do it last minute even though I was busy ALL WEEKEND. im nto asking for answers, just your opinion on who is repsibleandwhy here is the story.

Recently some friends asked John Fisher to dinner to meet a visiting doctor from Calgary, a plump, comfortable man of about 60 who was in Vancouver for a meeting of a psychiatric association. After dinner, the doctor said that he would like to tell the group a rather curious love story, to find out what they thought of it.

“A long time ago,” he said, “there was only one bridge across the Bow River between Moosehead and Covington. Not far from the Moosehead end of the bridge lived a lovely woman who was married to an elderly manufacturer of machine tools. Discovering after a few years that her husband was more interested in lathes ( a machine tool which spins a block of material to perform various operations such as cutting, sanding) than in her, she began to look about for solace.

“Eventually she found it, in the person of a handsome young sportsman who bred and trained race horses near Covington. She paid him frequent afternoon visits- always taking care to get home before her husband returned from the office.

“One spring afternoon, as she started her drive back to Moosehead, she found that a flood was sweeping down the Bow River. Foamy brown water was swirling over the floor planking of the bridge, and the pilings were shaking as if they might give way at any moment.

“The only other way across the river was by ferry about two kilometres downstream. She hurried there and found, to her immense relief that the boat was still running. When she looked in her purse for the fare, however, she saw that she had no money. Surely, though, the ferryman would trust her until tomorrow.

“He wouldn’t. He explained that he would be glad to let her ride free if the decision were his own, but the ferry owner had given him strict instructions not to grant credit to anybody. If he broke this rule, he would be fired. He was sorry.

“The woman drove rapidly back to her lover’s house and asked him for a dollar. To her astonishment, he too refused. “Don’t you see’ he said, ‘that if the question of money should ever enter into our relationship- even a single dollar- everything would be changed? I love you far too much for that. You may think me ridiculously idealistic, but if you insist on demanding money from me I can never see you again.’

“Once more she drove toward the river, this time trembling with a rage of fury at her lover and fear for the wrath of her husband. She determined to force her way across the bridge in spite of hell and high water.

“She didn’t make it, of course. Her body was never found.”

The doctor paused for a sip of coffee, and then asked, “Who do you think is responsible for the girl’s death?”

Hi, i just got an entry level office job…i don’t think that it’s boring, but for some reason i keep falling asleep for like 10 min or so in the middle of working!! sometimes, it’s because i only got 4 hours of sleep, but sometimes i get 7.5 hours and i still fall asleep!! but now i think its the hot chocolate from the coffee machine…i don’t like the taste of their coffee, so i picked hot chocolate thinking it would help wake me up because of all the sugar…but is it because its so warm and soothing?? sometimes i don’t drink it and i have 5 hrs of sleep, and i dont fall asleep working.
so the question is…is it possible for hot chocolate to make you sleepy??

Ok, so i have been taking a beta blocker for the last 3 years. Here is the scenario, i noticed that my heart raced alot at night, and i shook alot. Finally i went to see a Cardiologist. they issued me an event monitor to wear for 4 weeks. After one week they had enough Data to work with.

I went in and the first thing the Cardiologist asked me is what i was doing to make my heart do this? he had never seen this before. He hooked me up to an EKG machine and kept asking me if i felt this or that. Apparently my heart would beat 10 times or so, out of nowhere. Not a flutter or anything.
First test, ultrasound, passed that one. However she did ask me if i drink alot of coffee.
Second test, stress test, failed bigtime. They said there must be a blockage somewhere.
Third test, Angiogram, passed with flying Colors. Not even the beginning signs of a blockage.

So my Cardiologist is stumped, as well as the other Cardiologists in his office, Bellingham is supposed to have the elite team of Cardiologists around the Pacific NW. Well none could put their finger on my issue.

Take this Beta Blocker 2X a day. So thats what i do. But i would really like to get to the root of the problem, and find a solution. Is it safe to take beta blockers 2X a day for the rest of my life. Im 38 yrs old. Has anybody ever come across an issue like this?? Angiogram should have showed something since my stress test was failed??

Hi. I am 13 and I’m starting a short story/book. It’s called 2012. I’m not sure if it’s any good or not. I’m on page three. I know where I’m going with the storyline, but I would love if you could help me by giving me some constructive criticism and your opinion on it. Thanks so, so much!

2012. A silent year of catastrophe; at least for some, anyway. No one was to know, no one was to find out. Only a group of twelve knew of the plot. December 21st, 2012, was not the beginning of destruction. No, it started on May 8th, 2000, when I started the force; The Los Angeles Police Department.

5/8/2004-

I walked in the police department, the same old way, but inside I was shaking like a leaf. It was my last day as a L.A.P.D. detective. It had been four years exactly since I had joined the force. I had come a long way. I was now twenty-eight. I was a different person. It had been an honor, but a chance like this would never come around again. As soon as I had all my personal things packed up in a box, I went to turn in my badge. “Sir.” I said as I entered my former boss’s office. I stood there as straight as I possibly could, with my hands together behind me. Bennett turned and looked at me. He slowly sat down in his chair. “I suppose this is goodbye then?” I had to pause and think of what to say. “For now, yes, I suppose so Sir.” He stood, and shook my hand. “Good luck to you.” He said as I headed towards the door. “And to you.” I said as I left his office. I was at my desk looking for anything I may have left behind, when my partner finally arrived. “Harper-” I cut him off. “Keith, you can call me Allison now.” I could feel myself beginning to smile. “Allison,” he began with an emphasis. “I’m going to miss you. I know it’s better for you, but, I still wish you didn’t have to go.” “That’s sweet. I’ll miss you, too. I feel the same. We’ll stay in touch, though.” I smiled, as I tried my hardest to hold back tears. He must have noticed. He reached out his arms and gave me a hug. I was definitely going to miss him. He was an excellent partner. We had known each other for so long. He was like a brother to me. I shook his hand, smiled, and turned to leave.

5/9/2004 1:13 a.m.-

I couldn’t sleep. I had gone to bed early and slept for three hours. I woke up at 12:09 a.m. and was unable to get back to sleep. I was tempted to call Keith. But I knew if I did he wouldn’t pick up. At this time the television would be blaring on some Sci-Fi show and he would be sound asleep. I was nervous about the next day. I would officially be a FBI agent. Although I had been on the force for only a little while, my impressive performance had gotten me into the FBI. I was scared. Not the kind-of scared like when a young child is afraid of monsters in her closet; the kind of scared when you’re an adult and fearing mistakes. I had to get some sleep. I decided to go get a glass of warm milk. As I was walking into the kitchen I noticed there was a new voice message on my answering machine. I pressed the button and listened as I waiting for my milk to heat up. “Hi. I’m calling for a… Allison Harper. My name is Darren Chase. I’m your new partner. I thought I’d call and remind you, although I’m sure you haven’t forgotten your first day is tomorrow. No need to return my call. I’m anxious to meet you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” I was standing by the answering machine in some-what of a shock. I was now semi-excited about the next day. I’m not sure if it was the milk or the comfort of knowing my partner was “anxious to meet me”, but I was suddenly exhausted.

6:04 a.m.-

As I entered the big building I realized what was actually happening. I was an FBI agent. I was in the FBI headquarters. I had my bag in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other. I found my way to Agent Darren Chase’s office. “Agent Chase?” I said quietly as I poked my head through the doorway. “Come in.” He answered while looking at some sort of file. I stepped through and stood still waiting for him to look up. “ah-hem” He looked to see who had made the pathetic excuse for a fake cough. “May I help you?” He asked. “Hello, my name is Allison Harper. I believe I’m your new partner. “Oh, yes, Agent Harper. He stood from his chair and offered me his hand to shake. I shook his hand and said “I brought you coffee.” He took a sip and looked up. “May I ask how you knew how I liked my coffee?” I smiled and said with a twinkle in my eye “I have my ways.” He smiled back, but his smile disappeared quickly. “What’d you do?” “Excuse me?” I asked back confused. “Well, you must have done something to get yourself stuck with me.” “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m quite honored to have you as my partner.” I said, but I remembered what I had read in his file. He said nothing. “I understand there are a few agents who have…well…interesting things to say about you and your performance. But I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” He

Hi. I am 13 and I’m starting a short story/book. It’s called 2012. I’m not sure if it’s any good or not. I’m on page three. I know where I’m going with the storyline, but I would love if you could help me by giving me some constructive criticism and your opinion on it. Thanks so, so much!

2012. A silent year of catastrophe; at least for some, anyway. No one was to know, no one was to find out. Only a group of twelve knew of the plot. December 21st, 2012, was not the beginning of destruction. No, it started on May 8th, 2000, when I started the force; The Los Angeles Police Department.

5/8/2004-

I walked in the police department, the same old way, but inside I was shaking like a leaf. It was my last day as a L.A.P.D. detective. It had been four years exactly since I had joined the force. I had come a long way. I was now twenty-eight. I was a different person. It had been an honor, but a chance like this would never come around again. As soon as I had all my personal things packed up in a box, I went to turn in my badge. “Sir.” I said as I entered my former boss’s office. I stood there as straight as I possibly could, with my hands together behind me. Bennett turned and looked at me. He slowly sat down in his chair. “I suppose this is goodbye then?” I had to pause and think of what to say. “For now, yes, I suppose so Sir.” He stood, and shook my hand. “Good luck to you.” He said as I headed towards the door. “And to you.” I said as I left his office. I was at my desk looking for anything I may have left behind, when my partner finally arrived. “Harper-” I cut him off. “Keith, you can call me Allison now.” I could feel myself beginning to smile. “Allison,” he began with an emphasis. “I’m going to miss you. I know it’s better for you, but, I still wish you didn’t have to go.” “That’s sweet. I’ll miss you, too. I feel the same. We’ll stay in touch, though.” I smiled, as I tried my hardest to hold back tears. He must have noticed. He reached out his arms and gave me a hug. I was definitely going to miss him. He was an excellent partner. We had known each other for so long. He was like a brother to me. I shook his hand, smiled, and turned to leave.

5/9/2004 1:13 a.m.-

I couldn’t sleep. I had gone to bed early and slept for three hours. I woke up at 12:09 a.m. and was unable to get back to sleep. I was tempted to call Keith. But I knew if I did he wouldn’t pick up. At this time the television would be blaring on some Sci-Fi show and he would be sound asleep. I was nervous about the next day. I would officially be a FBI agent. Although I had been on the force for only a little while, my impressive performance had gotten me into the FBI. I was scared. Not the kind-of scared like when a young child is afraid of monsters in her closet; the kind of scared when you’re an adult and fearing mistakes. I had to get some sleep. I decided to go get a glass of warm milk. As I was walking into the kitchen I noticed there was a new voice message on my answering machine. I pressed the button and listened as I waiting for my milk to heat up. “Hi. I’m calling for a… Allison Harper. My name is Darren Chase. I’m your new partner. I thought I’d call and remind you, although I’m sure you haven’t forgotten your first day is tomorrow. No need to return my call. I’m anxious to meet you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” I was standing by the answering machine in some-what of a shock. I was now semi-excited about the next day. I’m not sure if it was the milk or the comfort of knowing my partner was “anxious to meet me”, but I was suddenly exhausted.

6:04 a.m.-

As I entered the big building I realized what was actually happening. I was an FBI agent. I was in the FBI headquarters. I had my bag in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other. I found my way to Agent Darren Chase’s office. “Agent Chase?” I said quietly as I poked my head through the doorway. “Come in.” He answered while looking at some sort of file. I stepped through and stood still waiting for him to look up. “ah-hem” He looked to see who had made the pathetic excuse for a fake cough. “May I help you?” He asked. “Hello, my name is Allison Harper. I believe I’m your new partner. “Oh, yes, Agent Harper. He stood from his chair and offered me his hand to shake. I shook his hand and said “I brought you coffee.” He took a sip and looked up. “May I ask how you knew how I liked my coffee?” I smiled and said with a twinkle in my eye “I have my ways.” He smiled back, but his smile disappeared quickly. “What’d you do?” “Excuse me?” I asked back confused. “Well, you must have done something to get yourself stuck with me.” “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m quite honored to have you as my partner.” I said, but I remembered what I had read in his file. He said nothing. “I understand there are a few agents who have…well…interesting things to say about you and your performance. But I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” He l
I do add much more interesting things in the next few chapters and there are a couple new characters, too. I’m upset I couldn’t fit more of my book in!

install, fresh and honest, coffee machines

Here’s the deal:

My co-worker, who is also the IT person for our office, is working on my laptop. A couple of months ago there were issues with the hard drive and he replaced it. He charged me for the cost of the part and to install it, so it was a total of about 5. That was definitely fair and saved me as the repair shop quoted me 0 (I called just to see what it would cost). After using the computer for a couple of months it stopped connecting to the internet. I had it setup to connect through a wireless connection and sometimes it would randomly stop working.

I just mentioned it to the IT guy to see if he had any suggestions. We have worked together for seven years and he has always been more than happy to give advice. He told me to bring it in so he could take a look at it. I brought it in two days later. That was almost one month ago. I noticed the laptop sat on his desk for a few days, then I saw him loading it into his car one day on my way home. On July 7th, after a week and a half of having my laptop, I sent him an e-mail telling him I was not trying to rush him, but wanted to know if there were any major concerns. He replied and said, "It will ready Monday." I had another question for him about something totally unrelated on that Monday, and he said, "Oh, I need one more day on the laptop." I told him that was perfectly fine.

Here it is July 21st and I still have no laptop nor do I have any idea what’s going on with it. I *think* I just saw it sitting on top of his desk, but he hasn’t said a word to me about it and I can’t imagine why it would just be sitting there. I don’t want to constantly bug him about it, especially since he’s doing it for free and on his own time, but I find it odd that he hasn’t said anything else about it. I feel the only reason he even said he needed that one additional day was because I was in his presence and he figured I’d ask, which I didn’t, he voluntarily gve me the update. Would it be wrong to ask him abot it again? I really don’t know if he’s waiting on a part (which he hasn’t asked me about buying if he has) or if something major is the problem. I see him everyday and, in fact, ran into him at the coffee machine this morning. He didn’t say anything.

He is a really nice guy and has repaired my home computer in the past. It was about two years ago but he wiped out a bunch of viruses and put some updates on my computer. I bought him a nice bottle of tequila as that’s what he said he’d like when I asked him what he wanted for doing the work. I plan to buy him something for doing this work if I ever get my laptop back! I don’t expect him to do anything for free and don’t feel it’s right to bug someone when they’re doing something on their own time, but what am I supposed to do? Continue to wonder? I don’t want him to get upset and give it back to me unfinished because he feels I’m too impatient to wait.

I need advice!

Im late 20’s in age, and I now work in an office. Since starting here my waistline has grown a size and abit 32" to 34"ish, I used to have walk to work 2miles there and back so I kept in shape and I had a slight 6 pack, But as I now have a company car my only exercise is walking to the coffee machine. I need my waist line back and my muscle tone as well as I dont feel as comfy in my body as I used to. Any suggestions? PS I work 60+ a week so spare time doesn’t exist when ive got 2 kids as well. Thanks for reading.
Like I said I have no spare time, I work 6 Days a week which means come sunday I shattered and I wont to spend that time with my family.

It isn’t going as well as i’ve hoped! But ive already handed in my commentary so i have to make do with this plot! Will you tell me how to improve my introduction please?

I sit at my desk daily, noting the ever-present amount of inter-office pressure to stand around the coffee machine, performing the same rituals such an atmosphere demands. Watching the exchange of weekend happenings and smiles that mask any negative feeling life provokes. A life doomed with innate pursuit of happiness. A pursuit that leads to addictions in order to drown out the sound of failure. A secretary’s addiction to slimming pills always a few lbs away from that perfect body. A businessman’s liquid lunches that he just can’t seem to cut back on. A housewife, eating the comfort she craves from her husband. These are the life’s that surround me. A life that has them in careers they hate so they can buy s*** they don’t need. Incapable of understanding that, despite how much money they have in their bank, regardless of what car they drive or the how many bedrooms their house has, they still remain the same decaying organic matter as every other insignificant f*** on this earth, ignoring the fact that inevitably, after a lifetime of chasing something, they cease to exist. I’m Jared, the perfect imitation of these insignificant f****. I maintain a perfectly bleak lifestyle from a just as bleak apartment, I’m never late to work, I make the right jokes with co-workers and I’m useful and unobtrusive in all things. Everyone has the power in his or her hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones, who aren’t afraid control life, find freedom. I’ve found freedom. It isn’t me fulfilling destiny and it’s definitely not me saving the world. I’m just Jared, and hey, everyone has their own addictions right?

Thank you!

Captain tea rocket has blasted up
gurgled wet and dry in spaces of downsiding mug
keep to buy train pass and SL card in Helsinki
what way back to hotel without SLcard
and date give was yeasterday when travelling
back to terminus with friend
who ask when I go
tomorrow we see at forum
what to do from working
and new SLcard will get
us to bridge by river with flowers
and warm Sun comes up
we sit eating sandwich
and nice warm Latte
but how we drink in countryside
where no coffee machine is
well we use hot bottle
and drink with no milk
times are good
we enjoy to late hour and go back again
oh for tomorrow when I get to work
my new car will be parked in drive
and I use current SL card in date
to ride journey to office
the fax machine makes noise
the paper has staining
my shoe is damp
and friend ask me to come in room with her
she want demands from me
well I go to her
get my shoping and buy cake to eat
boss is smile nice and wear new skirt
I must ask boss to go to bridge and travel SL card
when we got to go and have nice evening dinner
just to comfort of picnic caravan
we can see good view of hills
and fondle warm breasts
Oh my purple space ship has fallen off the edge
let me to take off position please.

Mine is right next to a screened in door so I can take a glance outside ever so often with a nice huge photograph of trees hanging right over puter. The coffee machine in the back of me with a hand-painted coat rack on the other side behind me.
Up above nearby is a giant birdcage w/2 cute finches tweetin’ away or bathing. Also a burgundy persian rug lying across the floor.
And always love hanging a floral sheer scarf over the lamp near the coffee area.

I currently run a coffee shop that sells coffee,tea etc, crisps, cans of juice, little sweets such as empire biscuits, special k bars, tea cakes, muffins and gget a bakery order each day with scones and croissants. I need some new ideas..Its a simple coffee pod in a building of offices mainly for the office workers. I tried getting sandwich deliveries twice a week but they just went to wast 9 times out of 10. I have only a fridge and coffee machine and only one membe of staff can work there each time

I drink one cup of coffee a day in my office and it has to be fresh and original (I grind coffee beans everyday and brew it in a regular coffee machine). My new decision is to bring the coffee habit to home.
I have few concerns about the Tassimo system:
1)Is the price of a single T-disk not expensive compared to coffee beans or round coffee?
2)Does the taste of the coffee dramatically better than regular filter coffee? (Is it more like coffeehouse style?
3)Can I find the T-disks everywhere or it’s just online?
4)Is it easy to cleanup?
5)Does the whole T-disk idea make more plastic waste?

I guess the overall question is "do I get the Tassimo or stick with the same old-fashion filter coffee?"

I appreciate all your inputs and experiences.

fresh and honest,coffee machines,offices

In a Laundromat:
AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE
LIGHT GOES OUT

In a Memphis department store:
BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS

In an office:
WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE
BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN

In an office:
AFTER COFFEE BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE COFFEE
POT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD

Outside a secondhand shop:
WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING – BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING
YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?

Notice in health food shop window:
CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS

Spotted in a safari park:
ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR

Seen during a conference:
FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN’T KNOW IT,
THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR

Notice in a farmer’s field:
THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE,
BUT THE BULL CHARGES.

Message on a leaflet:
IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS

On a repair shop door:
WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR – THE
BELL DOESN’T WORK)

Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread the
stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to
(maybe even a chuckle). We all need a good laugh.

Our company has recently moved us into new offices, however the building lacks any kitchen facilities for us to use. While there are tea/coffee vending machines on alternate floors, we have to pay for all refreshments and we have been told that we are not allowed to use kettles in the office either. Due to the lack of a kitchen, there is no microwave in the office for us to heat any food that we want to bring from home.

They have recently opened a canteen in the basement, which has started serving tea/coffee (again at a price) but also has no facilities for us to heat any food. Some of us have been going down to the canteen to get boiling water so we can make our own tea/coffee at our desks, but we have been told that they are going to start charging us for that too.

Are they allowed to do this? What is the law on providing hot water facilities and/or microwaves? Are there any websites that I can use as proof to challenge my employers to provide these necessities for us? Any guidance would be appreciated!
They also don’t have a fridge available for us to use anywhere in the building. So if we want to bring anything cold drinks/food from home with us, they aren’t cold come lunchtime after being sat in our desk drawers for half a day..

We are friends & collegues in the same office and often chat at the coffee machine.

One rainy day, I see you walking home in the rain with no coat or brolly, I offer you a lift which you gladly accept.

All of a sudden, in an un-guarded moment, I say "You look sexy when you’re wet" ……..

…….. how do you react ???????

1. It’s an incentive to show up.

2. It leads to more honest communications.

3. It reduces complaints about low pay.

4. Employees tell management what they think, not what they want to hear.

5. It encourages car pooling.

6. Increase job satisfaction because if you have a bad job, you don’t care.

7. It eliminates vacations because people would ra ther come to work.

8. It makes fellow employees look better.

9. It makes the cafeteria food taste better.

10. Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted.

11. Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.

12. Employees work later since there’s no longer a need to relax at the bar.

13. It makes everyone more open with their ideas.

14. Eliminates the need for employees to get drunk on their lunch break.

15. Employees no longer need coffee to sober up.

16. Sitting “Bare ass” on the copy machine will no longer be seen as gross.”

Mr. Eric… you are not in office board meeting but at Jokes section of Y/A… come on man … grow up

I’m writing a story set in the fictional New Jersey town of Blaire in the county of Monmouth, it is a small waterfront town which deals mainly in summertime tourism and fishing. It is considered a small town yet has an Elementary, Middle and High School, Hospital and it’s own permanent fairground. There is a waterfront promenade with cafe’s, stores and hotels where most of the younger people in town get their jobs. Behind that is a small shopping district and a large suburban area, the story is set in 1970 and I need names for the various places.

1. A Crab Restaurant, family oriented place with a big plastic crab on the face of the building.

2. A cheap gas station with a 50’s style diner inside one of those metallic buildings with the booths and the bar.

3. A pleasant looking waterfront hotel with shuttered windows and potted plants, all the rooms have peppermints on the pillows of the beds.

4. A rather greasy spoon fast food restaurant with a clown as it’s mascot, has a drive through and sells hamburgers, onion rings etc, menu very similar to Dairy Queen.

5. A sprawling country club with a spa, golf course, tennis courts and swimming pool.

6. A small funfair amongst the rocks besides the beach, away from the water. There is a small wooden roller coaster, ferris wheel, a tunnel of love, food and game stalls, a carousel, a crooked house, ghost train and a zipper ride.

7. A family owned pharmacy/drug store.

8. A seedy looking Pawn Shop.

9. A classy looking Coffee Shop with dark leather seats and black and white photography on the walls.

10. A tavern with an inn above, pool tables and a juke box, is known for attracting bikers.

11. The town hall where they hold meetings, have theatre plays and host talent shows and the local beauty pageant "Blaire Teen Princess".

12. A rather pleasant looking, but slightly run down cinema with 3 screen rooms and a big awning with the magnetic letters on a white board, usually shows matinee.

13. A big drive in cinema on the edge of town which shows horror and sci fi flicks, a popular haunt for teens.

14. A pizzaria with white, green and red tiled walls and a pinball machine up front, the owner is a friendly yet slightly unkempt Italian.

15. A little club with a open mic stage for karaoke, poetry and stand up comedy. Sells hard liqour and the menu mainly consists of seafood.

16. A hardware store, slightly big and has a large parking lot. The owner has a shotgun in his office and has a penchant for making sure teenagers stay out of trouble.

17. A small nightclub on the water front with a bright and zany interior and a dance floor, a mirror ball and a stage for up and coming bands. Owned by a woman called Pinky with pink hair.

Thanks so much for helping me out guys!
the place where they hold Town Hall meetings isn’t the town hall, if it was that I wouldn’t of bothered to list it. Something like the Howard Building or Thymes Theatre
No. 17 is ‘The Flamingo’

No. 16 is ‘Jack’s Home Saloon’

No. 12 is ‘Mainstreet Matinee’

No. 4 is ‘Pledger’s’

No.2 is ‘Cooper’s Gas’ and the diner is called ‘Audra’s’

No. 12 is ‘The Blue Moon Drive-In Cinema’