Last night (which was my last night!), I had Chinese food for dinner while at work. I thought the fortune in my fortune cookie was rather interesting:
"This is a prosperous time of life for you."
I hope so! Though being prosperous monetarily is nice-- especially when one has to pay for student loans, car insurance, some rent, car repairs, cell phone etc-- I hope that I will be even more prosperous in frienships and experiences. I signed up to do BFS, so I hope that this will be a spiritually prosperous time for me as well.
Don't worry, I do not stake my life on fortunes from fortune cookies, but this one got me thinking...
Showing posts with label Percolate Your Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Percolate Your Mind. Show all posts
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Percolate Your Mind: The Ultimate Story
So about a month ago, I was happily working when a nice lady came in and started chatting with another customer. I overheard her saying that she graduated with her BA in Psychology, so I chimed in and mentioned that I had as well.
She proceeded to ask me if I was going to get my Master's, which I want to do at some point. I also mentioned my internship at the foster family agency. She THEN asked if I enjoyed traveling. I said that I didn't mind...
"Well," she said, "my company is hiring right now. You should put in your resume and cover letter, and mention my name so it goes to the top of the stack."
Sweet.
So I did. And they called me two days later for an interview. What they didn't tell me was it was a panel interview which TOTALLy freaked me out. I thought I did a terrible job, but apparently it wasn't too bad because they called me in for a second interview about a week later. This was a more casual interview (thank goodness!).
And then they offered me a job. YAY! So I accepted, and now have a "big girl" job. Salary, benefits, everything. Woo! I start on Monday the 8th.
She proceeded to ask me if I was going to get my Master's, which I want to do at some point. I also mentioned my internship at the foster family agency. She THEN asked if I enjoyed traveling. I said that I didn't mind...
"Well," she said, "my company is hiring right now. You should put in your resume and cover letter, and mention my name so it goes to the top of the stack."
Sweet.
So I did. And they called me two days later for an interview. What they didn't tell me was it was a panel interview which TOTALLy freaked me out. I thought I did a terrible job, but apparently it wasn't too bad because they called me in for a second interview about a week later. This was a more casual interview (thank goodness!).
And then they offered me a job. YAY! So I accepted, and now have a "big girl" job. Salary, benefits, everything. Woo! I start on Monday the 8th.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Percolate Your Mind: Early Mornings
This one isn't terribly insightful or funny, but I laughed for awhile.
You can tell it's early in the morning and the customer certainly hasn't had his morning coffee when he has his polo shirt on inside out. He was rather embarrassed when I gently pointed it out. I felt kinda bad, but hey-- I would want someone to tell me I had my shirt on wrong before I got to work.
Also, some guy practically offered me a job today. The people one meets at coffee shops...
You can tell it's early in the morning and the customer certainly hasn't had his morning coffee when he has his polo shirt on inside out. He was rather embarrassed when I gently pointed it out. I felt kinda bad, but hey-- I would want someone to tell me I had my shirt on wrong before I got to work.
Also, some guy practically offered me a job today. The people one meets at coffee shops...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Percolate Your Mind: Creepy Beepy
Sadly, the first story is a bit creepy. I guess one of the down sides of being a young, friendly, female barista is the comments/attitudes of the weird middle-aged men. Anyway.
This one guy, we'll call him "Joe," comes in every weekend for a sugar-free soy mocha, extra hot. He's writing a book, so he works on that for a few hours every Saturday and Sunday. A couple weeks ago, I was explaining to him that I was home alone because the rest of my family was gone to church camp; I had to stay home to work.
He said-- yes, he said this-- "You should do what I do when I am home alone. I take off all my clothes and walk around the house with no clothes on."
I was caught off guard a bit, and stammered something about not really wanting to do that, I'm not that "free" or something. Apparently disregarding my discomfort, he kept going on and on and on about this. AND in front of another regular customer. So awkward.
And then yesterday, after I had made him his second sugar-free soy mocha, extra hot, he took a sip and asked me if I could make it hotter-- it was already over 160 degrees. I explained that I had heated it as hot as I could without scalding the milk... if I steam it too much, the milk burns. He was bummed, though I told him I would do it anyway of he really wanted. He acquisted to my suggestion of not heating it more, but then he reached across into the little employee area, and tweaked my nose. What. the. heck. I quickly backed away and playfully laughed, "Hey, that's mine!" I hope he got the hint.
Life Lesson: Stay a bit over an arms length away from Joe.
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Here's something dumb I did yesterday though. As every coffee shop probably has, we have a well with running water in which we keep our spoons and such while we're not using them. It has a little rubber spigot thing (doesn't the word "spigot" look strange?) which dumps in the water. I was attempting to adjust it yesterday because somehow it was leaking all over the counter, soaking a book my co-worker had set there. As I messed with this small hose, I accidently pointed it straight at my face, soaking myself with water. At least the customer who was waiting for his drink was entertained.
And this book that got soaked... my coworker Kayleigh really wanted to dry it off... by putting it in the toaster!! I firmly said, "No, I'm pretty sure it will catch on fire. If I can light bagels on fire, then the book will catch fire rather quickly. And it won't go out for a long time." She wasn't convinced, and kept contemplating putting the book through the toaster so it would dry out. I did talk her out of it in the end, but can you imagine if she had toasted it? Ridiculous!
This one guy, we'll call him "Joe," comes in every weekend for a sugar-free soy mocha, extra hot. He's writing a book, so he works on that for a few hours every Saturday and Sunday. A couple weeks ago, I was explaining to him that I was home alone because the rest of my family was gone to church camp; I had to stay home to work.
He said-- yes, he said this-- "You should do what I do when I am home alone. I take off all my clothes and walk around the house with no clothes on."
I was caught off guard a bit, and stammered something about not really wanting to do that, I'm not that "free" or something. Apparently disregarding my discomfort, he kept going on and on and on about this. AND in front of another regular customer. So awkward.
And then yesterday, after I had made him his second sugar-free soy mocha, extra hot, he took a sip and asked me if I could make it hotter-- it was already over 160 degrees. I explained that I had heated it as hot as I could without scalding the milk... if I steam it too much, the milk burns. He was bummed, though I told him I would do it anyway of he really wanted. He acquisted to my suggestion of not heating it more, but then he reached across into the little employee area, and tweaked my nose. What. the. heck. I quickly backed away and playfully laughed, "Hey, that's mine!" I hope he got the hint.
Life Lesson: Stay a bit over an arms length away from Joe.
----
Here's something dumb I did yesterday though. As every coffee shop probably has, we have a well with running water in which we keep our spoons and such while we're not using them. It has a little rubber spigot thing (doesn't the word "spigot" look strange?) which dumps in the water. I was attempting to adjust it yesterday because somehow it was leaking all over the counter, soaking a book my co-worker had set there. As I messed with this small hose, I accidently pointed it straight at my face, soaking myself with water. At least the customer who was waiting for his drink was entertained.
And this book that got soaked... my coworker Kayleigh really wanted to dry it off... by putting it in the toaster!! I firmly said, "No, I'm pretty sure it will catch on fire. If I can light bagels on fire, then the book will catch fire rather quickly. And it won't go out for a long time." She wasn't convinced, and kept contemplating putting the book through the toaster so it would dry out. I did talk her out of it in the end, but can you imagine if she had toasted it? Ridiculous!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
An Idea
Perhaps, because nothing definite is happening in my life right now-- it's all a big mass of confusion-- I shall record a new (and only) series titled, "Percolate Your Mind: Tales From the Coffeeshop." At this moment I am too tired to recall many, but as I experience or remember them, I shall document!
Otherwise, I think I might delete this blog.
Otherwise, I think I might delete this blog.
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