Category Archives: Coffee Shop

The Sedentary Life . . . or Not

This is a picture of my office chair. The one I sit in when I am writing. Or playing Words With Friends on Facebook. Please note that it is empty – far too empty for far too long and way too often.

At least that’s been the case since I started working at the coffee shop.

Things have suddenly become very busy. My relatively sedentary and mostly solitary way of life these past eight or nine months has burst forth into the kind of hectic schedule I used to consider normal. But because I know that I am far more productive, creative, and motivated when I am busy, this is good. I think.

Work, writing, family. I need to find a new rhythm.

And I will.

But in the meantime, if my blog posts read like some kind of kooky drivel, please bear with me. And I would appreciate it if you would not emulate the woman who came into the shop asking if we made grilled cheese sandwiches and then proceeded to grump and complain when we said no.

You are welcome to ask, but we will say no to you, too.

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Not 18 Anymore

They should give out warnings for people turning 18. Then they need to do it again at 30 and 40 and so on. Why? Because you forget. One day you wake up and realize that you’re not 18 anymore and if you’re not prepared, it can be ugly. Thankfully, I have embraced each new phase of my life with gusto, and this whole aging process has been relatively kind to me.

Until today.

I started my new job as the manager of our local coffee shop (see yesterday’s blog post, The Coffee Shop Adventure) and I was as excited as a little kid on Christmas Eve. Well, almost, but you get my drift. I walked into the shop, fully expecting to love every minute, and I really did! The staff were great – very patient in training me, I must say. What I didn’t anticipate was the overwhelming exhaustion that resulted after trying to keep up with girls who are like 73 years younger than me. Okay, maybe only 30. Or 40. But still.

In between learning how to steam milk (would you like lots of foam?), dish out a cinnamon roll (can I warm that up for you?), and put one pump of chocolate syrup and two pumps of toasted marshmallow flavoring in one medium hot chocolate (don’t forget the whipped cream), I was also running around trying to absorb the business side of the business. Doing paperwork, finding my way around computer applications, looking at vendor information, and reading resumes to set up interviews for next week – ARGH!

Can you tell I actually had a blast?

I did. Loved every single minute. And I get to go back tomorrow and the next day and the day after that.

My brain feels totally stimulated. I am completely satisfied. And even though I am definitely not 18 anymore, I have a lot of valuable work experience and life skills to bring to the table where this job is concerned and that is a really good thing.

But my feet really hurt!

Perhaps I’ll let those 18-year-olds do the running around . . .

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