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.
2 comments:
Hi HW, Hope you are having a lovely Easter with lots of chockies, if that's what you like.
You sound like you are making yourself indispensible at the shop.
My daughter works in a deli and has lots of tales to tell of weirdos etc. She has a can of air freshener too, for when the stinky folks come in! She is amazed at the number of people who can't add up.
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What's pressed coffee??? I'm a tea person myself, but I do like Arabic coffee, which is strong and sweet and served in tiny cups or glasses and has cardamom in it too.
The kids sometimes take me to Jamaica Blue for a posh coffee but you need a cut lunch and a water bag while you wait to be served, so I don't go very often. I'm not good at waiting!
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