Tired and Wired.....





There is this lady that comes into the coffee shop every day, and she orders the same thing(she orders it wrong too) and she gives me this look. Like the worst look i have ever been given. I make her drink and i just start talking like she is actually listening. I sit there and mentally tell myself to smile, cause it starts to fade into this, i want to smack you frown and then i say "smile beth, smile" and then it comes back for a sjort while. I mean....this look, it's like non i've ever seen before. She just stares with this disaproval of doom. She stares so hard that i find myself mindlessly wipeing my face off while makeing coffee or looking down at my shirt to make sure there are no boogers on me. Oh the life of a hippy who works at a golf corse coffe shop......


Im tired today, but allot better than yesterday. The opening shift went well. I was all by myself and i even remembered the alarm code and everything! Some people were really rude and then most of them were sweet. I made 20 dollars in tips that morning and i was stoked....thats allot right? I get to choose my own music when i work. Like i said.....some people were really rude. But hey....im the one whoes in there all day, i think it's great that i get to play my own stuff and close my eyes and dream that its really my shop....with tapestry's and insence burning when people swing open the doors to my ragge music blasing. hehehha
they are in for a pleasant treat hireing me!