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There's this guy who comes into the cafe on a regular basis and orders some form of mocha. Every time he orders his mocha he, without fail, pronounces the word with a soft "ch" (as in, "mo-tcha") instead of the proper hard "k" sound. And I, without fail, repeat the order back to him (something I usually do anyway) with the correct pronunciation. One of these days, however, I am going to snap and bite his head off. Or at least strap him to a chair, beat him around the head, and force him to say "mo-ka".
I know there are folks unfamiliar with the Italian words used in the coffee industry. But wouldn't you think that since I repeat the order back to him, he'd catch on?
It's not so much my customers' ignorance that drives me up the wall as it is their refusal to learn. Ignorance is generally okay. Lots of people don't know that the silverware's on the other side of the condiment island, or that we have a pitcher of icewater available for free. But it's the folks who stubbornly refuse to read our menu signs or who, when gently corrected, continue on in stubborn stupidity that threaten to induce insanity.
In other news, the Europe trip is in serious doubt. It would simply be prudent for me to stay home. Even if I can consolidate my student loans and defer payment until September (by which time I should at least be substitute teaching), there's still that wonderful directed study I have to take, not to mention rent payments and bills. And I still owe $1,800 for the trip.
On the other hand, Z thinks I should not yet give up hope. He reminds me that there have been times that folks didn't have all the money in until the day they got on the plane to go. And the $800 I've already paid can't be refunded.
Yet I don't know where the money would come from. I don't earn that much. Everything I've tried to do to earn the money has fallen through.
I need to decide what to do. Because if I'm going, I need to ask off from work now. ::puts head in hands::
On the bright side of things, graduation is this weekend. It snuck up on me. All these years of waiting and taking classes and so on, and graduation snuck up on me. I've got my cap and gown. Baccalaureate chapel is on Friday, and Commencement is Saturday. I'm going to walk.
This morning I was thinking of all the things that have changed at the college since I arrived in 1999. Like how the electronic key-card system wasn't in place yet, and the gym wasn't built, and how the best place to study was in the student center lounge 'cause it was usually deserted. (It's now part of the entrance to the gym)
I'm going to have to visit next year, when the new Teacher Education department is finished. Bet it'll be gorgeous.
I know there are folks unfamiliar with the Italian words used in the coffee industry. But wouldn't you think that since I repeat the order back to him, he'd catch on?
It's not so much my customers' ignorance that drives me up the wall as it is their refusal to learn. Ignorance is generally okay. Lots of people don't know that the silverware's on the other side of the condiment island, or that we have a pitcher of icewater available for free. But it's the folks who stubbornly refuse to read our menu signs or who, when gently corrected, continue on in stubborn stupidity that threaten to induce insanity.
In other news, the Europe trip is in serious doubt. It would simply be prudent for me to stay home. Even if I can consolidate my student loans and defer payment until September (by which time I should at least be substitute teaching), there's still that wonderful directed study I have to take, not to mention rent payments and bills. And I still owe $1,800 for the trip.
On the other hand, Z thinks I should not yet give up hope. He reminds me that there have been times that folks didn't have all the money in until the day they got on the plane to go. And the $800 I've already paid can't be refunded.
Yet I don't know where the money would come from. I don't earn that much. Everything I've tried to do to earn the money has fallen through.
I need to decide what to do. Because if I'm going, I need to ask off from work now. ::puts head in hands::
On the bright side of things, graduation is this weekend. It snuck up on me. All these years of waiting and taking classes and so on, and graduation snuck up on me. I've got my cap and gown. Baccalaureate chapel is on Friday, and Commencement is Saturday. I'm going to walk.
This morning I was thinking of all the things that have changed at the college since I arrived in 1999. Like how the electronic key-card system wasn't in place yet, and the gym wasn't built, and how the best place to study was in the student center lounge 'cause it was usually deserted. (It's now part of the entrance to the gym)
I'm going to have to visit next year, when the new Teacher Education department is finished. Bet it'll be gorgeous.