cafe mocha wishes and apple cinnamon scone dreams
Today was my first day as a barista.I loved it.
To sum it up, I currently hold several different jobs/titles: nanny, barista, crisis interviewer, plant person (at the nursery), worship leader, bulletin designer/updater, outreach coordinator.
Isn't it funny how we rely on titles to help define ourselves?
I was very close to dropping most of these for the single title of "teacher" ... and who knows what may still come in the next few weeks. I interviewed at the local high school yesterday for an English teacher position. But as of today, I think I have made the decision to turn down the position (if it is actually offered to me) and stick it out as a nanny. I committed to this family for a year, and I don't iamgine it would speak very well of me (or the Christian testimony I very openly claim with the family) to break the agreement so that I can pursue something I'm not 100% sure I want to pursue.
Anyway, back to the barista thing. I picked up a part-time job at a local, independently owned coffee house. To be more accurate, I first picked up a part-time job at a regional chain coffee place, but the next day was offered a job at the independently owned joint ... so I went anti-establishment and decided on the maybe not quite as cool (but definitely higher quality) local place. And this place has cool potential ... so I think it's all good. Most importantly, I get to wear flip-flops to work.
I will write more meaningful stuff later (that's for you, DAVE). I just wanted to brag about the barista thing.
