I’ve been totally ditched this weekend to use the vocabulary of my daughter. Artist is off with her family, doing… well…I guess family stuff. I only wish I knew her itinerary so I could warn them of the potential cookie thief amongst them.
Hubby is working and already planning the fishpond. He is bringing home these huge slabs of god knows what to put around the edge. He wants to me to buy beer to entice the young men hanging around the girls to help pour cement to finish off the one section of patio. The best laid plans of mice and men.
I just felt the first twitch of caffeine. I was beginning to worry there. I think my coffee addiction is getting the better of me. The cast of play I just directed gave me a little key chain with the words:
"Given enough coffee I could rule the world."
True. Very True.
I love the smell of coffee first thing in the morning. It doesn’t matter if it is the coldest day in winter or the warmest of summer days. In the winter it offers warmth and coziness of being trapped indoors. In the summer, the aroma permeates the dewy morning air, while it perks on the stove wafting through the open kitchen windows.
After dinner I love to have a pressed coffee for desert. A pressed, is using the coffee carafe that has a filter like a plunger. You put the coffee in the bottom of the carafe and pour boiling water over it filling the carafe to about two inches from the top. I let it stand for about three to five minutes then push the filter down. Pour into cup, add cream and sugar to taste then sip. Ooooh it’s so good. Almost as good as sex, even better some days.
I think today is a pressed coffee day with the looming rain clouds. I think I’ll cuddle up with a book and the dogs on the sofa with my elixir of life. Now that's a plan.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Coffee Shop Talk
Its Easter and I will be going over shortly to go set the table for the dinner at my mother's. I am at present ramming as much caffeine down my system as my veins will allow. My mother's coffee of 6 beans to 1 gallon of water does leave a lot to be desired. The sweet thing is, if Hubby and I go over to visit she makes a stronger pot. I'm not sure the 12 beans and two perks more really qualify as stronger.
Then there is me. I scour the shelves looking for the cheapest fair trade and organic coffee with the boldest flavour and the biggest caffeine rush I can get. Hubby introduced me to pressed coffee. That was heaven. That first sip was bold and creamy and the perfect amount of sugar. I think I might be addicted.
So the job isn't that bad. The first five days were a little rough. I can't wait for the next set. The customers are fun. The only thing that will drive me insane for the next few months is the lottery machine.
Did you know there is an entire lingo to lotteries? Its like dork dialogue (computer speak) to the next level. The scratch one are straight forward but I make the customers pick their own because I pick losers. I have entire routine on it. The lottery machine that spits out the ticket is an entirely different matter. To that I have told some of the customers that I'm really new at this and to be gentle with me. The women usually just stare at me but the men laugh.
Some of the people that come in are very scary. They aren't so scary when they are laughing. So that's what I do. I make them laugh. I found that being forty as allowed for a little more respect from some of the customers. I also have the confidence now to tell them nicely to p**s off when they are being belligerent and rude. Then I'll crack a joke once the customer has settled down. Its only happened twice.
But the weird thing was, this jerk who nearly had in tears on my first day at another job came in on my first night at this one. I couldn't believe it when he tried to pull the same crap. I just looked at him and said, "I remember you. You did this to me at my last job on my first day. Six years later and your still like it." I just shook my head at him. His wife started to laugh and nod her head at me. So I started in on him. He left with an amused look. I'm sure he laughed outside the store.
I think it will be okay. I'm still torturing Hubby cause that's what a good wife does. I keep reminding myself its just a temporary thing until the truck is paid off. Then I'll be by the fish pond.
Then there is me. I scour the shelves looking for the cheapest fair trade and organic coffee with the boldest flavour and the biggest caffeine rush I can get. Hubby introduced me to pressed coffee. That was heaven. That first sip was bold and creamy and the perfect amount of sugar. I think I might be addicted.
So the job isn't that bad. The first five days were a little rough. I can't wait for the next set. The customers are fun. The only thing that will drive me insane for the next few months is the lottery machine.
Did you know there is an entire lingo to lotteries? Its like dork dialogue (computer speak) to the next level. The scratch one are straight forward but I make the customers pick their own because I pick losers. I have entire routine on it. The lottery machine that spits out the ticket is an entirely different matter. To that I have told some of the customers that I'm really new at this and to be gentle with me. The women usually just stare at me but the men laugh.
Some of the people that come in are very scary. They aren't so scary when they are laughing. So that's what I do. I make them laugh. I found that being forty as allowed for a little more respect from some of the customers. I also have the confidence now to tell them nicely to p**s off when they are being belligerent and rude. Then I'll crack a joke once the customer has settled down. Its only happened twice.
But the weird thing was, this jerk who nearly had in tears on my first day at another job came in on my first night at this one. I couldn't believe it when he tried to pull the same crap. I just looked at him and said, "I remember you. You did this to me at my last job on my first day. Six years later and your still like it." I just shook my head at him. His wife started to laugh and nod her head at me. So I started in on him. He left with an amused look. I'm sure he laughed outside the store.
I think it will be okay. I'm still torturing Hubby cause that's what a good wife does. I keep reminding myself its just a temporary thing until the truck is paid off. Then I'll be by the fish pond.
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