Here I Sit

Much of this blog has been about complaining. Ok, mostly all of it. However, after talking to one of my good friends, I decided to take a more intellectual approach, when I feel like it, and not focus so much on the things I hate about the coffee shop atmosphere (namely rude customers) but to expand beyond that tiny corner of reality, and see how one small incident could possibly impact a larger existence. And if I observe the people deep enough, insights of human nature will abound.
So, this is a new quest. One I hope to follow closely and comment on regularly.

As a dear customer-friend stated yesterday (with a wink and a smile): "You are, after all, only a barista Claire. Don't forget that."
I hope to rise above that somewhat derogatory term, and do something important with my life. Impactful like a short poem. Some Dickinson, or the red wheel barrow, or whathaveyou. Maybe the Invisibles.


If I think of something, I will let you know.

Latte Season

Because it's raining... almost constantly.
People are sick, getting sick, will be sick very soon.
So Tea is on the rise
But Milk too
for those who can stomach the lactose and sugar
and succumb to a heartthrob by the fire.
Delicious, delicious heartthrob

AKA the heart attack I gave a customer today by serving her 16 oz of half and half mixed with sweet and condensed milk. I literally felt like I was giving her the gun... or the knife for a more slow and painful death... she didn't need those 2000 extra calories from that drink, believe me.
Sometimes I feel bad serving those people who could really be spending their 5 dollars on heart healthy spinach. Or some fruit. Something less fattening than their ass, which happens to be pointing in every direction at once. (HAhaha! Your mama jokes pouring from my ears)

WORK OUT!!!!