So I made a new years resolution to be nicer to the customers that I serve at a certain green aproned coffee chain which shall remain nameless; but I find myself falling in to the same judgmental mindset that spawned the resolution in the first place.
Its the little things that really cheese me, such as: I call out a drink with all the details and the name of the person written on the cup and no more than a few seconds later that person will come up and ask if it is their drink; or along those same lines someone will ask "is this mine?" to which my robotic response has become "I have no idea what your drink is sir/madam." Becoming more and more sarcastic as the time rolls on though. There are countless other examples like cell phone at the register, a woman who returns her drink over and over because we can never get it right for some reason, the two guys who come in and get two espresso shots in a large cup of ice and fill it with milk at the condiment bar, aka "the ghetto latte"; but we won't get into the gritty details of those.
So the long and short of it is that despite my efforts in positivity all of these little things are once again riding along my shoulders. Not as much as I am practicing quite a bit getting into my own barista mantras and flowing physics of the job, as well as remembering to breathe ever so deeply when I feel the rush of anger bubble at the back of my neck.
So we're working on that.
Secondly:
I like the library! Listening to a ripped copy of Tom Waits "Raindogs," which I checked out yesterday along with 2001: A Space Odyssey, a bunch of kids books for my daughter and other handy media materials.
Thirdly:
Put an offer down on a house in the central part of Tucson, pretty much next door neighbor to where we are living now. Will know by monday that status of such.
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