Tuesday, December 9, 2014

My life as a barista.

I always joked the last semester of high school that I would become a barista in college. I thought I would become a lot of things in college that I was not in high school.

I have been a barista for almost 6 months and my god has it been an incredible journey. An up and down roller coaster of a 6 months would be an over generalized understatement. A vast understatement. But regardless of that, it has been a pretty incredible opportunity.

It's no secret to my fellow partners and my friends and family that I absolutely love my job. In fact, I spend at least some time on my off days, in my store. Which especially today (totally writing this in my store), I've worked everyday for the past seven days and on my first day off I have been in twice already and have spent probably an hour here already.

The other day, a regular customer came in and ordered her usual drink. After she got her drink she put her stuff away and pulled a handle bag out of her backpack and brought it up to where I was working. She asked if I had purchased the mug that I had wanted. Its a 16 oz mug with a bunch of Owls on it. After I had replied that I hadn't been able to find it. She pulled a red box out of the bag and  opened it up. Revealing the mug, she said she found it at another store and said it was my christmas present. I was in complete shock and disbelief, I probably said thank you about 30 times.

I get so many compliments and talk to so many people daily at work that when I don't work, I feel like I try to talk to a lot of people. Social interaction is so satisfying at work. From Robin, to Stephen, Kylie and Amber. To the countless IMPD officers that come in and have conversations with me. To the others that I just talk to because they talk to me. We are told to connect with the customers, and i feel like that is the best part about the job.

New faces and names everyday, sure sometimes I see people that I don't necessarily like. To the customer who cussed me out asking for a cup of coffee. To the lady who always wants a 'real caramel" Latte and complains. Even when they come in, I'm happy to see them because it keeps my job interesting and refreshing.

If I had any other job, there is no way that I would be as happy as I am with being a barista.