Week three. The "new" is starting to wear off finally, and we're all starting to get to know each other a bit better. Not that that's necessarily a ... better thing, by any means...There's an old saying: You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family. I'm not entirely sure how that's supposed to be positive or reassuring ... but the same goes for co-workers. Take Kalvin for example. There's nothing wrong with being a nerd. For me to say so would probably be considered hypocritical in most circles. But such blind devotion to a singular piece of technology pushes this kid's nerd-dom to a whole new level ... a level so horrifying, so DANGEROUS it makes me fear for my own sanity, not to mention what very little is left of the sanity of the ENTIRE WORLD. We call him...The Fanboy. (...I'm sure there should be a crash of thunder there somewhere...)Eyes all hyped up with nowhere to go?The Barista's deviantArt pageThe Artist's deviantArt page
Here we are. Week two. It seems like things are falling into place. People are settling into daily routines and such. Some of the initial customers have even become "regulars" already. Like this lady.Ordering coffee isn't rocket science. The jargon is a bit confusing at first, but it certainly isn't a foreign language. For some people, though, ordering a beverage to their liking becomes something akin to a toddler building a tower of blocks. The order gets taller and more complex until it just sort of ... folds in on itself and collapses. Some learn. Others ... well ... it's certainly not MY place to tell them they're idiots. Not part of the job description.
Oh, that's me by the way. Just to give you a face to stick with the voice, in case you were curious. My name? Eh, it's not important. Just another bee in the hive, ya know.Really, I'm just here for the free coffee. It *certainly* isn't the paycheck I stick around for...Need more stuff to look at? Go here: The Barista's deviantArt page The Artist's deviantArt page
Ah, yes, the beginning. The grand opening. The first day on the job for the staff, and the first real test of everyone's mettle. Little did I know, it would also be the beginning of the end of my sanity...There's just something not quite right about this place. Screaming children and cranky, caffeine-starved customers aside, of course (that is to be expected, much to my chagrin). I just get this feeling, sometimes. Like I'm being watched. Like I can almost hear something strange ... or did I imagine it?Whatever. It's a job. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?For a good time, also visit: The Barista's deviantArt page The Artist's deviantArt page
