last night at work, both people i work with (my shift supervisor and the other barista) of their own accord, separately told me that i am their favorite barista. and i've only been there... less than 2 months?
i just like when people like me.
i mean for the most part, i don't give a damn what other people think of me, and i'll say that- but really that only applies to when people think have something negative to say about me. i'll silently take it as constructive criticism if it's relevant, but most times i'll just stubbornly say "whatever." and let it go. i used to not actually be able to do it, but i've learned- it's gotten easier. however, when someone LIKES me- i totally give a damn. it gives me warm fuzzies. maybe i'm just becoming more reliant on positive reinforcement, the less friends i have. (obviously i still have friends, but it's astounding the number of people that just won't put forth the effort to keep in contact- and i'm just as guilty, i guess, with the whole "out of sight out of mind" concept. except with the people i really give a damn about.)
on another note, i know that i was just a dumb highschooler a couple years ago- but i want to cut them now. half of langham creek high comes into starbucks on the weekends, pulling the same dumb shit i used to- trying to be cool, making stupid ass jokes, and it's just sooooo obnoxious. it's true, college really does change you. i'm in the process of finding out who i really am, and i feel i'm a whole lot closer than i was in highschool, even though i thought i knew at the time. a little arrogant of me, i guess. but then again, that's part of growing up too- realizing you were a total douche, once you're not anymore.
and speaking of starbucks, here's a breakdown of my new pet peeves, in no particular order:
* girls as small as me, ordering nonfat sugar free drinks. i understand cutting back if it's a daily thing to keep your figure, but honestly, one 300 calorie frappuccino is NOT going to make your ass double in size. trust me. if it did, my ass would be so big, that other asses would want to orbit it.
* people who order caramel frappuccinos- (especially mexicans, wtf)- probably the drink i make the most, and yet, there are sooooo many things that are so much better on the menu! they suck! the coffee base is nasty! maybe i'm biased because i make the stuff, but it tastes exactly like it smells when you mix it, and just... ick. waste of calories. get a vanilla bean.
* cheap ass highschoolers who come in with ike, 20 people, and all get water. just no. get a job and order a drink.
* people who want me to put cream and sugar in their black coffee for them. we have a condiment bar. that's what it is there for. i have other shit to do.
* people who order 5, 000, 000 drinks at a time, all different variations of the same thing. (i need one with 2 splendas, one with nonfat milk, one needs 10 pumps mocha, one just 9... that kind of thing.)
* people who, once they order, come and stand at the bar with their arms crossed, looking at their watch, OR who lean on the counter and watch my every move. quit creepin. your drink is on its way.
* people who let their kids run around and make noise, with a light up noise making lightsaber. this is not fking disneyworld. i did my time, and if you don't grab your kid and make him shut the hell up, i'm gonna take that lightsaber and.... well, you get the idea.
* and last but not least, rude people. what the hell. so unneccesary. abruptness when ordering. then at the drink handoff, they look at the drink, blankly stare at me, and go "this is wrong." when it's WHAT THEY ORDERED, they just forgot to tell them everything they wanted with their drink. AHHH!
luckily, none of these outweigh the fact that i like my job, and most people i work with. except the ones that are clique-y or steal my tips. it's mainly just the customers. =)
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