Tonight marks the end of my first week at work. I have done the unthinkable, and am yet again a barista. This was the absolute last job I'd set out to do in my search, but health insurance is quite the commodity...and there's also that whole eating thing. Bar none....this job is much more fun than I ever had sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day. I recently had a conversation with a friend who made the keen observation that the more you enjoy your work, the less you get paid. Seems like a realistic ratio. I wasn't paid well as a marketing coordinator, but standing behind any sort of register isn't likely to make the big bucks. Or the medium bucks even. Just the Starbucks.
You may notice my shoes aren't visible in this shot... that's for a reason. They're the most horrible shoes to come to fruition in the history of footwear. Other than that, I love my uniform. I think it's adorable, and vow not to live in black from head to toe (also a popular choice of "starbots").
In other news, massage school is coming along swimmingly. If that whole practice makes perfect thing is true, then I'm on a roll. Unless my hands mutate and begin developing porcupine like spikes, I should be good to go. This is the best line of work for me to have chosen...you basically exercise all day, doing what I call "modified push-ups". It's a great way to stay in shape and receive immediate gratification from the people you're helping. More and more my guinea pigs are falling asleep. I love this. Even though my career change choice brought with it lots of stress, I know now it's going to pay off. I can't communicate enough how important it is to do what you want, even if it takes 40 years to decide.
*Hey Dave-good to see you today. Sure I'll see you again soon! Iced double venti whole milk latte? Ehh?
