Ich vergaß das Wort für die Schokolade!
Okay, so, true story.
First, I complaiend to Mumsy last night about having another 8-hour shift ahead of me. Got to work today at 10 am only to discover I didn't actually have to be there until almost one. Oops. I went ahead and stayed, though, because they, another three hours of work is another three hours of pay, and I already had it in my mind I needed to work anyways. So it was Kevin, Evan, Jenn, and Jessa. How cute, eh? We had a blast, though. I did mostly odd jobs until Kevin left, then I was on bar while Jenn did odd jobs.
Here's a slightly embarrassing story for me. So in the late afternoon, this man came up to the counter and tried to order. I understood he wanted a grande cappuchino, but then he kept saying something about chocolate. I thought he wanted a chocolate cappuchino, but that wasn't right, so maybe a mocha? The poor thing got so flustered that he went and got his son to come help. TURNS OUT they were German tourists here. I figured out the Dad was German when he was so flustered and said, "Was is das . . . eh . . . chocolate . . ." and I wanted SO badly to speak to him, but I didn't know the German words for cappuchino or latte or anything like that.
I felt terrible, though, and his son was pretty cute and right around my age. Later the son came to ask me about the key to the bathroom. I had spent my ten minute break quickly persusing my German dictionary for the right words but wound up not needing them anyways. But when the son brought the key back, I asked him, "Oh, hey, what's the German word for . . . Was ist eine Wort vor "liar"?" He got this goofy grin and asked if I meant the musical instrument or .. . and I was like, "No, like a bad person." So he told me: "Lügner". The whole reason I wanted to know was so I could call Jenn it.
Anyways, I was ashamed of myself for letting the poor German dad get so flustered. I was embarrassed that I froze up and couldn't think quickly enough to speak German to him when he was trying to order. When they left, though, the son smiled and told me bye, and he glanced back at me once as they walked down the street. So I'd like to think he went back and told his dad about my question and they had a little laugh and that it made their day to know there's some crazy barista at that Starbucks in Boston who speaks etwas Deutsch but never when she needs it.
However, this has reaffirmed my resolve to become fluent in German, French, ASL, and eventually Italian. I'll work on the first three, as well as Dutch, this summer for the fall. I love languages.
Evan also took my picture with the polaroid for the wall. Aly has complained to me how she's worked there since October and doesn't have her picture up yet. Mine is a goofy picture where I'm laughing at myself because I don't know what to do. Evan wrote "Evan [heart]'s Jessa" on it. I'm always amused when people like him like me --he's a rather mean person, he hates most people, and I really have not done anything to make him like me. But he does.
Also, Jenn is going to find me a Starbucks job at home for the summer. I gave her a list of cities I can work in and she said she'll put the word out that she has an "employee that we absolutely love" who is looking for a full-time position for summer in those cities. YAY.
Also got my paycheck. Then came back and slept for an hour, haha. I am EXHAUSTED!!
Now . . . some puttering around online and then I MUST memorize my poetry program for nationals, which I leave for in FOUR DAYS! Eek!
First, I complaiend to Mumsy last night about having another 8-hour shift ahead of me. Got to work today at 10 am only to discover I didn't actually have to be there until almost one. Oops. I went ahead and stayed, though, because they, another three hours of work is another three hours of pay, and I already had it in my mind I needed to work anyways. So it was Kevin, Evan, Jenn, and Jessa. How cute, eh? We had a blast, though. I did mostly odd jobs until Kevin left, then I was on bar while Jenn did odd jobs.
Here's a slightly embarrassing story for me. So in the late afternoon, this man came up to the counter and tried to order. I understood he wanted a grande cappuchino, but then he kept saying something about chocolate. I thought he wanted a chocolate cappuchino, but that wasn't right, so maybe a mocha? The poor thing got so flustered that he went and got his son to come help. TURNS OUT they were German tourists here. I figured out the Dad was German when he was so flustered and said, "Was is das . . . eh . . . chocolate . . ." and I wanted SO badly to speak to him, but I didn't know the German words for cappuchino or latte or anything like that.
I felt terrible, though, and his son was pretty cute and right around my age. Later the son came to ask me about the key to the bathroom. I had spent my ten minute break quickly persusing my German dictionary for the right words but wound up not needing them anyways. But when the son brought the key back, I asked him, "Oh, hey, what's the German word for . . . Was ist eine Wort vor "liar"?" He got this goofy grin and asked if I meant the musical instrument or .. . and I was like, "No, like a bad person." So he told me: "Lügner". The whole reason I wanted to know was so I could call Jenn it.
Anyways, I was ashamed of myself for letting the poor German dad get so flustered. I was embarrassed that I froze up and couldn't think quickly enough to speak German to him when he was trying to order. When they left, though, the son smiled and told me bye, and he glanced back at me once as they walked down the street. So I'd like to think he went back and told his dad about my question and they had a little laugh and that it made their day to know there's some crazy barista at that Starbucks in Boston who speaks etwas Deutsch but never when she needs it.
However, this has reaffirmed my resolve to become fluent in German, French, ASL, and eventually Italian. I'll work on the first three, as well as Dutch, this summer for the fall. I love languages.
Evan also took my picture with the polaroid for the wall. Aly has complained to me how she's worked there since October and doesn't have her picture up yet. Mine is a goofy picture where I'm laughing at myself because I don't know what to do. Evan wrote "Evan [heart]'s Jessa" on it. I'm always amused when people like him like me --he's a rather mean person, he hates most people, and I really have not done anything to make him like me. But he does.
Also, Jenn is going to find me a Starbucks job at home for the summer. I gave her a list of cities I can work in and she said she'll put the word out that she has an "employee that we absolutely love" who is looking for a full-time position for summer in those cities. YAY.
Also got my paycheck. Then came back and slept for an hour, haha. I am EXHAUSTED!!
Now . . . some puttering around online and then I MUST memorize my poetry program for nationals, which I leave for in FOUR DAYS! Eek!