Today and thoughts and stuff
Let's see. I woke up today to the sounds of music. Meaning my alarm was playing some classical tune really really loud and I immediately jumped out of bed, got dressed, which really meant putting on pants, and wearing the same shirt I went to sleep with, I went to Small World to work.
I've never really written down the routine when I go inside the cafe. But it's sort of like this:
I go in and the fluorescent lights are usually on. I turn on at least three lights so we can see. I preheat the pump pots, turn on the fan, the hobart, and I do a thorough search of whatever the closing shift missed out (meaning I basically complain and mutter to myself when I find something dirty).
Then two other people come in and they either juice the oranges, start on the pastries, or make coffee.
I think I like doing the pastries or the coffee the best. Juicing's really annoying- you cut oranges and then you juice them. And you do this until you've filled about 4-5 pitchers of juice, which is about one full box of oranges. Sometimes the oranges are dry, especially during the winter time, which sucks because then you have to juice extra hard, extra fast.
So it's quite a workout if you haven't fully awoken.
I don't feel like writing about the other stations anymore. In fact, I am looking forward to not have to do them anymore. I mean, I know I am going to miss Small World a lot. In many ways it's been like a second family, and I love my coworkers dearly. But I know I won't miss the customers (maybe a handful), I won't miss the sweating, the lack of glamour, the fact that I have to wear an apron, and maybe the $16 an hour.
I want more. I want bigger things. It's time and I deserve it. I want something worthy of my dreams. I did the cafe thing for almost five years, and I am REALLY good at it. So now it's time to be EXTRA good at something else.
Why not, right?
I've never really written down the routine when I go inside the cafe. But it's sort of like this:
I go in and the fluorescent lights are usually on. I turn on at least three lights so we can see. I preheat the pump pots, turn on the fan, the hobart, and I do a thorough search of whatever the closing shift missed out (meaning I basically complain and mutter to myself when I find something dirty).
Then two other people come in and they either juice the oranges, start on the pastries, or make coffee.
I think I like doing the pastries or the coffee the best. Juicing's really annoying- you cut oranges and then you juice them. And you do this until you've filled about 4-5 pitchers of juice, which is about one full box of oranges. Sometimes the oranges are dry, especially during the winter time, which sucks because then you have to juice extra hard, extra fast.
So it's quite a workout if you haven't fully awoken.
I don't feel like writing about the other stations anymore. In fact, I am looking forward to not have to do them anymore. I mean, I know I am going to miss Small World a lot. In many ways it's been like a second family, and I love my coworkers dearly. But I know I won't miss the customers (maybe a handful), I won't miss the sweating, the lack of glamour, the fact that I have to wear an apron, and maybe the $16 an hour.
I want more. I want bigger things. It's time and I deserve it. I want something worthy of my dreams. I did the cafe thing for almost five years, and I am REALLY good at it. So now it's time to be EXTRA good at something else.
Why not, right?