this damn machine wouldn't let me post since November, which means i have a LOT of catching up to do...
shall i make a list?
1. the real manager broke herself, enter the fake manager that deals with real problems
2. i wiped out running very fast on a washed floor when realizing the drive thru wasn't locked *after* the alarm was already started...a month later, my knee still hurts...i didn't have to carry any sanitizing trays, or gallons of milk from the back for 2 weeks...now everyone steadily reminds me *every single time* a mop comes out of the sink that the floor will be wet, and for me not to wipe out again...
3. we serve coffee to people
now that we're caught up, i'd like to say that i am officially over my little thing that happened a couple of months ago, which is really vague and pointless to reference, because even if after 15 years the internet is still around, i won't even know what the fuck i'm referencing...but, i'm over it...life's little mysteries "grandma , why did you have so many online journals?"
the bar is not a machine, it could quite possibly be a very angry woman, perhaps a crack addict, that was hit by an off duty police man sometime in february somewhere in middle america, reincarnated into portafilters and buttons, and set up in the corporate coffee world that i call my third home...
I've become accustomed to cleaning the bar, and purocaff has become part of my daily existence. I actually had a chance to taste it several days ago after someone hid the little rubber thingies that you shove into the openings (which reminds me a lot of a diaphragm, while we're personifying things) so the portafilters line up and don't squirt all over the place. So there I was, flushing my little heart out to that *extremely annoying* music that i can only place in the musical genre of electronic western, when the damn water squirts all over my arms. Somehow, from the bar to the drive-thru i managed to lick my left arm (which is always nice to mention when you're working in the food industry, the working class hero cleansing oneself with her own tounge "grande non fat latte?...have a nice day!"), and it's really not something i would reccomend, and at the same time, i don't think you can be a certified barista without tasting all of the cleaning products. In fact, just yesterday I found myself with a mouthful of that squeezy white bleach stuff (that is, by the way, not a good thing to leave on the sink for long periods of time, not only for obvious corrosion reasons, but simply because it is a bitch and a half to wipe off when it dries) after squeezing the paper towel roll really hard for no damn reason, and having it pop out of my hands, and into the newly squeezed handwashing sink full of the stuff. I thought I went blind for a good three minutes before I heard the drive thru bell ring and realized I was still alive, and had the fridge's to wipe down before 9...
shall i make a list?
1. the real manager broke herself, enter the fake manager that deals with real problems
2. i wiped out running very fast on a washed floor when realizing the drive thru wasn't locked *after* the alarm was already started...a month later, my knee still hurts...i didn't have to carry any sanitizing trays, or gallons of milk from the back for 2 weeks...now everyone steadily reminds me *every single time* a mop comes out of the sink that the floor will be wet, and for me not to wipe out again...
3. we serve coffee to people
now that we're caught up, i'd like to say that i am officially over my little thing that happened a couple of months ago, which is really vague and pointless to reference, because even if after 15 years the internet is still around, i won't even know what the fuck i'm referencing...but, i'm over it...life's little mysteries "grandma , why did you have so many online journals?"
the bar is not a machine, it could quite possibly be a very angry woman, perhaps a crack addict, that was hit by an off duty police man sometime in february somewhere in middle america, reincarnated into portafilters and buttons, and set up in the corporate coffee world that i call my third home...
I've become accustomed to cleaning the bar, and purocaff has become part of my daily existence. I actually had a chance to taste it several days ago after someone hid the little rubber thingies that you shove into the openings (which reminds me a lot of a diaphragm, while we're personifying things) so the portafilters line up and don't squirt all over the place. So there I was, flushing my little heart out to that *extremely annoying* music that i can only place in the musical genre of electronic western, when the damn water squirts all over my arms. Somehow, from the bar to the drive-thru i managed to lick my left arm (which is always nice to mention when you're working in the food industry, the working class hero cleansing oneself with her own tounge "grande non fat latte?...have a nice day!"), and it's really not something i would reccomend, and at the same time, i don't think you can be a certified barista without tasting all of the cleaning products. In fact, just yesterday I found myself with a mouthful of that squeezy white bleach stuff (that is, by the way, not a good thing to leave on the sink for long periods of time, not only for obvious corrosion reasons, but simply because it is a bitch and a half to wipe off when it dries) after squeezing the paper towel roll really hard for no damn reason, and having it pop out of my hands, and into the newly squeezed handwashing sink full of the stuff. I thought I went blind for a good three minutes before I heard the drive thru bell ring and realized I was still alive, and had the fridge's to wipe down before 9...
posted by baby bison at
2:48 PM
