Coffee shop guy looks at me
2017年6月13日Phew. Head for the under cover market. Walk past a flash looking Candy Machine claiming to sell ’real freshly ground coffee.’ Don’t quite believe that, so walk on by. Another coffee shop place. Go in, look around, no newspapers, no magazines. Coffee shop guy looks at me, I’m looking back, ahem, right, no eye contact, go out, no way am I paying 2.50 for a coffee then getting nothing to read.
Only three shops down the undercover market there’s another coffee shop, but there’s something intuitive in me that says don’t trust it. I go in anyway, order, grab a newspaper off the rack and sit down in anticipation of a nicely ground fresh coffee. It arrives and well damn your eyes it’s instant! I’m fuming. This is an insult beyond my own sense of bewilderment and anger.
In the most depressing moments I console myself with the fact that I must be helping the future of the country by providing students with food and drink. No one can come up with genius thoughts on an empty stomach can they? Of course if it wasn’t me pacing behind the counter of overpriced sandwiches and fair trade coffee it would be someone else. You can easily be replaced in this line of work.
As in almost everything in this world I am not entirely as I seem at a first glance. There is a task that I perform every Tuesday which I’m certain that no one could replace in quite the same way. Filling up the vending machine on Tuesday afternoon has become somewhat of a ritual, a methodical process I have become quite attached to. If anyone else tries to muscle in on my duties, perhaps in their attempt to avoid mopping or to offer respite for a cigarette break then I make sure to find an excuse they can’t penetrate. I avoid training new employees like the plague.
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Only three shops down the undercover market there’s another coffee shop, but there’s something intuitive in me that says don’t trust it. I go in anyway, order, grab a newspaper off the rack and sit down in anticipation of a nicely ground fresh coffee. It arrives and well damn your eyes it’s instant! I’m fuming. This is an insult beyond my own sense of bewilderment and anger.
In the most depressing moments I console myself with the fact that I must be helping the future of the country by providing students with food and drink. No one can come up with genius thoughts on an empty stomach can they? Of course if it wasn’t me pacing behind the counter of overpriced sandwiches and fair trade coffee it would be someone else. You can easily be replaced in this line of work.
As in almost everything in this world I am not entirely as I seem at a first glance. There is a task that I perform every Tuesday which I’m certain that no one could replace in quite the same way. Filling up the vending machine on Tuesday afternoon has become somewhat of a ritual, a methodical process I have become quite attached to. If anyone else tries to muscle in on my duties, perhaps in their attempt to avoid mopping or to offer respite for a cigarette break then I make sure to find an excuse they can’t penetrate. I avoid training new employees like the plague.
If you want to learn more,please click:http://www.waifanfoodmachine.com/
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