Good Bye Starbucks!
I thought being a barista would be fun. It looks very creative. The art of making a Starbucks espresso drink! (I am an intolerable romantic, I admit. ). From the other side of the counter, one cannot tell that the friendly barista has been on her feet for 7 hours without a break. We are as stoic as Beagles. It looks like fun, it really does and mega kudos to the young actors behind the bar who laugh and smile as you insist on your triple venti machiato to be prepared for you "just so".... heaven help us if we forget that you want it at 160F and with half a pump of vanilla added to your mocha!
But yes, a great job for the young and strong legged but for me.... at 52.... not a good fit.
My fault totally. I insisted. My friends and family looked puzzled and shook their heads... " Starbucks?".... "Does she really like coffee that much.....?" Even the manager that hired me was cautious and tried to warn me and I was insulted! How dare you suggest that I am too old for this job!
But... I am a dreamer and in my dreams... I am 30... 40 on a bad day........
So..... reality bit, very hard.... on both knees and now I have come to the realization that.... (ouch) I am not 30 nor 40 even... not even 50 (someone please call a paramedic....)..... but 52 and sad as this epiphany may be.... there is some relief, some peace that comes with that surrender.
So.... I quit!
But what now?
Still painting........
but as far as extra, out-of-the studio work, a new and knee -friendly prospect awaits me.
Very befitting a 52 year old kid, like me.
More on that later!
Yours, still limping,
Con
But yes, a great job for the young and strong legged but for me.... at 52.... not a good fit.
My fault totally. I insisted. My friends and family looked puzzled and shook their heads... " Starbucks?".... "Does she really like coffee that much.....?" Even the manager that hired me was cautious and tried to warn me and I was insulted! How dare you suggest that I am too old for this job!
But... I am a dreamer and in my dreams... I am 30... 40 on a bad day........
So..... reality bit, very hard.... on both knees and now I have come to the realization that.... (ouch) I am not 30 nor 40 even... not even 50 (someone please call a paramedic....)..... but 52 and sad as this epiphany may be.... there is some relief, some peace that comes with that surrender.
So.... I quit!
But what now?
Still painting........
but as far as extra, out-of-the studio work, a new and knee -friendly prospect awaits me.
Very befitting a 52 year old kid, like me.
More on that later!
Yours, still limping,
Con