Whoomp! Here I Is
Ugh. Haven't had much time to write lately, my smooshie little babies, because I've been slignin' lattes like it was going out of style. Seriously though, I'm at work at 5:15 a.m. most mornings and don't have access to a computer there. Imagine the nerve of my coffee shop not having a T-Moblie wireless hotspot service set up yet! Also, my Ti-Book is in triage at the Apple store (their verbage, not mine) getting its CD drive replaced (apparently dropping that bookend on it way back when has finally caught up with it) so I rarely have any free time to keep you all abreast of what I'm up to. My lack of internet contact has actually gotten me to start reading again. I've started reading all the Harry Potter books (how very 2 years ago of me, I know) and I'm loving them. The first movie also rocked (I held out on seeing them until I've finished the corresponding book). Once I've finished these I think the Bounre books are next on my list.
All this time in work though has made me realize how people ordering coffee in Westchester County are not only the most ANNOYING people ever, but also the most anal retentive. The math and recipes of things they order sometimes is just astounding. Becareful who they see behind the counter as well becuase they only want certain people making their drinks (thankfully I haven't had any complaints about me yet). Today was such a wierd day (I was at work from 5:15 a.m. - 3:15 p.m.) and I swear to go GOD a full moon must be coming or something cause every nut job in the county was out and shopping at my store today. I started to write down people's orders as the morning went on becuase they just started to get so ludacris. Allow me to explain:
One woman comes in and asks for a 1/3 caffienated 2/3 decafe cafe latte with one percent milk. Okay, fine, not a big deal.
Next was a gentleman who ordered a "Venti Skim French Vanilla Cappuccino". Okay, venti vanilla skim cappuccino I repeat back and with a look of complete disgust he scoffs back at me "Um, no, I said *FRENCH* vanilla thats half hazlenut half vanilla...you must be new". (I've been here on and off for the better part of the year and most people are tards and order with other coffee shops lingo, so I'm used to translating. If one more person comes in and asks for a "skinny mochaccino" they're getting punched, but thats a rant for another day).
The kicker came at about 1:30 this afternoon when a gentleman came in and asked for an "extra large super bone dry 2 shots of espresso cappuccino with 1/2 a pump of sugar-free vanilla syrup, skim milk and 3 equals, but I dont want to drink it now, I want to pay for it and come back and have you make it in 10 minutes".
Most of you could probably give 2 shits about this, but its funny to you probably a) if you're a barista, b) if you're from westchester county or c)have any vague clue about what I'm talking about or just generally hate people like me. I'm contemplating starting a second blog solely to jot down my coffee shop rants about customers, crappy co-workers like Frankenstein Fonzi & The Beast (I love everyone else I work with though) or just generally whining. I feel bad that Hank and I have been neglecting the blog as of late, but we've both been really busy in "real life". I promise to update more regularly, probably with horror stories from the work floor, but that's it from me for now. Send me emails, send me love letters, send me presents, just please don't forget about me (c:
Take care, childrens.
