My sigh of relief when we closed the store at midnight tonight was mostly in my head, but I really did feel lighter after we locked those doors. I’d officially made it through my first night as simply a barista. Thankful that nobody asked me how old I was or why I’m working at Starbucks at my age or how I could possibly survive on the paltry $7.25/hour, I mopped the café with a gusto after telling Neurotico, one of my favorite shift supervisors, to save me the toffee almond bars we had to discard because they weren’t dated.
My body no longer aches like it did when I first started working at Starbucks. Eight hours on my feet coupled with all that fucking mopping was killing me. I’d been sitting in a chair in Corporate America for 11 years and hadn’t any clue how much this would hurt. It passed after a week, and luckily before I gave up – because yes, I seriously considered quitting Starbucks after only 2 post-training shifts.
Yeah, I’m lazy as all get up. I hate to clean more than anything in the world. I think The Shrink actually said it best when he declared to me one day that “when it comes to the grind [you] just shut down.” Ok, so what? So I don’t like to clean – do I really haaave to? Can’t I find someone to complement that part of me? Please, for the love of all things holy – couldn’t I please find someone soon!
And single. Because I’m lazy maybe? We won’t waste time or words going through all of my faults, as I’m sure they’ll all present themselves on their own. After losing my job my life can now be summarized as a lazy barista who desperately wants to find love again.
Wait. Desperately? Did I really just say that? Shit. It’s true, I must admit. I think about it more than I think about anything else.
I once went to an etiquette class sponsored by a company I worked for. In this class we had to introduce ourselves in one sentence. My, how my description has changed since then! And today if I had to give my one sentence, it would be:
“Hi, I’m Barista – an overanalyzing, lazy barista who desperately wants to fall in love and find her true passion in life.”
Yes, in that order. Love, then me. It’s how I do things.
lazy
Posted by Barista on May 3, 2008
My sigh of relief when we closed the store at midnight tonight was mostly in my head, but I really did feel lighter after we locked those doors. I’d officially made it through my first night as simply a barista. Thankful that nobody asked me how old I was or why I’m working at Starbucks at my age or how I could possibly survive on the paltry $7.25/hour, I mopped the café with a gusto after telling Neurotico, one of my favorite shift supervisors, to save me the toffee almond bars we had to discard because they weren’t dated.
My body no longer aches like it did when I first started working at Starbucks. Eight hours on my feet coupled with all that fucking mopping was killing me. I’d been sitting in a chair in Corporate America for 11 years and hadn’t any clue how much this would hurt. It passed after a week, and luckily before I gave up – because yes, I seriously considered quitting Starbucks after only 2 post-training shifts.
Yeah, I’m lazy as all get up. I hate to clean more than anything in the world. I think The Shrink actually said it best when he declared to me one day that “when it comes to the grind [you] just shut down.” Ok, so what? So I don’t like to clean – do I really haaave to? Can’t I find someone to complement that part of me? Please, for the love of all things holy – couldn’t I please find someone soon!
And single. Because I’m lazy maybe? We won’t waste time or words going through all of my faults, as I’m sure they’ll all present themselves on their own. After losing my job my life can now be summarized as a lazy barista who desperately wants to find love again.
Wait. Desperately? Did I really just say that? Shit. It’s true, I must admit. I think about it more than I think about anything else.
I once went to an etiquette class sponsored by a company I worked for. In this class we had to introduce ourselves in one sentence. My, how my description has changed since then! And today if I had to give my one sentence, it would be:
“Hi, I’m Barista – an overanalyzing, lazy barista who desperately wants to fall in love and find her true passion in life.”
Yes, in that order. Love, then me. It’s how I do things.
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