Back in my old (from 2011) account, I used to write logs because why not. It was fun to write my endeavors as an 18 year old otaku, but at some point I stopped writing, and eventually I deactivated that account.
Now that my life has gotten into an interesting point again, I’ll start writing my logs again.
I’m working as a barista again. It’s really something I love doing.
Yesterday I prepared cold brew
And today I learned how to prepare a japanese siphon brew, something I’ve been wanting to learn since I started working as a barista
Then I prepared brownies because why not
This is like slow life, but I really enjoy that lifestyle. It’s so relaxing.
Poured with love
Cupping the Kenya Kabare
It smells of caramel pleasantness with a taste of bright lemons with a sparkling finish coolest thing about it is that even with its pronounced citrus flavors its acidity is really balanced.
I hate tiktok baristas and I especially despise any basic white bitch who makes a “starbucks hack” tiktok
*so as not to scare the new trainees*
*at least no more than I already have*
*since they already saw me make a bacon frappuccino*
*I get bored and get ideas okay*
GUESS WHAT ARRIVED LAST NIGHT 🎃
Love at first sip.
I was asked to stay late at work (I’m only scheduled for 4 hours, and they want me to make it a full shift) but the first half of my shift is deep cleaning which is hard labor and I really don’t know if I want to agree to stay and do coverage afterwards because I’m so tired.
My boss is the one who asked so that she can do admin work, and my supervisor/best friend told me it’s okay to say no and I KNOW that it is but it doesn’t feel okay, not because I don’t want to disappoint them but because I’d feel so guilty knowing they’re short handed all day.
Church Sundays: conventional, laid back, metronomic even: you know exactly when the morning rushes start and exactly when they end; comfortable and soothing, like a favorite song or a good poem
COVID Sundays: a lawless land, uncharted and unknown, unpredictable; quiet times are now busy times and busy times are now we’re-running-out-of-everything times; the fabled eighth day of the week, like traditional Sundays but worse; why the fuCK IS EVERYONE HERE AT ONCE, WE HAVE TAPE MARKS ON THE FLOOR, PEOPLE, ABIDE BY THEM
When you’re running errands and doing interviews back in the neighborhood city you grew up in and you stop by their local starbucks and, of course, you know someone working there 😆 & when I recognize an ex coworker and say hi he proudly tells his coworkers I trained him and is the reason he’s a supervisor now 😭😭😭😭😭😭 My heart hadn’t felt itself go so effortlessly soft in that moment in such a long time lmaooo
Bless, that’s going to get me through this month.
Self care isn’t always a face mask and a rose bubble bath, sometimes it’s just taking a shower after a day of getting sticky at work after a nap.
If you are/have been a barista:
- What is some piece of advice you’d give customers to help make things easier for your transaction? OR What is something you wish customers knew/understood?
If you are a coffee shop lover:
- What is something you’ve always been confused about when going to cafes? OR What is something you want to know about cafes/working in cafes/how to order/etc?
gonna take this moment to complain about chip cards
the chip on a card has obviously gotten mixed reviews mostly because of its fragility, like “oh yeah my chip doesn’t work anymore :(“ which I think is a bummer until I see this same man take his chip card and JAM IT AS HARD AS HE FUCKING CAN into the chip reader, like THAT’s going to make it work any better
like, superchief, if that’s how you get ANYTHING done, then I feel so sorry for your wife
I spent my entire lunch break making this and I’m not sorry
TBT to the time we were due to run a promotion but there was a shortage.
The fact that I just got out of work AND I have to be back in the morning, even though I struggle to get up before 10 am BLOWS MY MIND 🤬 but it’s okay cause I’m working w the same crew I did today so it’s gonna be fun 😌✨