Monday, February 26, 2007

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I'm in a bad mood. The worst is to be having a "fat" day, be ultra exhausted, kind of depressed, overloaded with school work, mad because the interview I did today didn't record properly and now I'm fucked, and bitter that no, at what should be the end of the day, I have to go begin a shift and train a newbie how to close. Times like these when it's hard, but I've got to remind myself that I love my job and I wouldn't want to be doing anything else for a living. I wouldn't make a good teacher, unlike ever yother girl I know. Will I even be a good mother? I might be completely void of all those maternal, coaching and nurturing instincts. I just lose patience when I train people. Not out loud, of course. My theatrical nature is what saves me, because I can fake a mood whenever life calls for it. I'll just silently suffer like a Jewish grandmother in her darkened living room, and no one will know. But on the inside, I'm screaming, "Is it so goddamn hard to figure out how to sweep a floor? Where did you come from you idiot!!" Cause it's not like they get taught how to make a perfect cap on their first day. That comes a couple months later, after they've proven they can show up on time, scrub toilets, and basically prove that they're worth the money we (not me, boss) pay them.
It's all the crap that comes before espresso training that's painful for me and surely for them as well. I wouldn't want to be trained by myself. No way. What could be more tedious than spending your evening watching closely over this stranger making sure she's putting the latte glasses back in the right spots, or putting broken glasses in the recycling instead of on top of the espresso machine. People have done that. I've seen it with my own two eyes.

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