Today, I met a girl named Messiana who taught Jazz-U-Up classes at a local gym. I told her she should go by 'Messi'. "Why?" she asked. I told her it would make her famous and that she would even find her name graffiti-ed all over the walls of Northern Iraq. How can she not go by this name?
Mila came in today with a crown of flowers in her hair. I miss her coming into the shop in her pajamas and dangling from her tummy over the chair, experimenting with flight. Later, Gilda came in with her daughter to drop off biscotti. I could not decide who was cuter-- the mother or the daughter. I bought butterfly stickers at CVS after work for these girls and all the other adorables that come into the shop. Too many to count; too cute for words.
Last but not least, I learned a new word today: boughetto. Something or someone that pretends to be rich and fancy but is actually ghetto. Or is it the other way around: someone who pretends to be ghetto but is actually bougie? A point-of-interest: both the parent word (bourgeouis) and the derived word (boughetto) carry the connotation of phoniness, of pretending to be "better" than you really are.
I continue to try to make my customers feel comfortable at the bar. This is key to becoming a great barista. Does he look harried? Tired? Overenergetic? Sad? Distraught? Bored? People come up to the bar in various mental states, so you can't treat them all the same. However, you can aim to make each one feel comfortable as they order their coffee.
In the evening, I put on my alter ego attire-- a leotard, tights, and ballet slippers-- and headed over to ballet class. Along the way, I ran into the Red-Eye Winker (his drink is a red-eye, and he gives a friendly wink every time he orders). We both stood under our giant black umbrellas and doffed our imaginary hats at each other. He's just as silly as I am!
What this job does not give me in dollars, it gives me a hundred times over in the sense of community. When you have a whole community of friendly faces to run into in the streets of your neighborly city, nothing can bother you for too long.
Mila came in today with a crown of flowers in her hair. I miss her coming into the shop in her pajamas and dangling from her tummy over the chair, experimenting with flight. Later, Gilda came in with her daughter to drop off biscotti. I could not decide who was cuter-- the mother or the daughter. I bought butterfly stickers at CVS after work for these girls and all the other adorables that come into the shop. Too many to count; too cute for words.
Last but not least, I learned a new word today: boughetto. Something or someone that pretends to be rich and fancy but is actually ghetto. Or is it the other way around: someone who pretends to be ghetto but is actually bougie? A point-of-interest: both the parent word (bourgeouis) and the derived word (boughetto) carry the connotation of phoniness, of pretending to be "better" than you really are.
I continue to try to make my customers feel comfortable at the bar. This is key to becoming a great barista. Does he look harried? Tired? Overenergetic? Sad? Distraught? Bored? People come up to the bar in various mental states, so you can't treat them all the same. However, you can aim to make each one feel comfortable as they order their coffee.
In the evening, I put on my alter ego attire-- a leotard, tights, and ballet slippers-- and headed over to ballet class. Along the way, I ran into the Red-Eye Winker (his drink is a red-eye, and he gives a friendly wink every time he orders). We both stood under our giant black umbrellas and doffed our imaginary hats at each other. He's just as silly as I am!
What this job does not give me in dollars, it gives me a hundred times over in the sense of community. When you have a whole community of friendly faces to run into in the streets of your neighborly city, nothing can bother you for too long.
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