work

i work at starbucks. to be honest, it is not some dream part time job like some people rant and rave. i live on the border of indiana and kentucky. it's about 20 mins to cross the bridge from ky to get into evansville. and with the holidays, all of northern kentucky (they think in unison, i am convinced) decides it's awesome to flood into evansville to christmas. i had my first day off in 4 weeks for new years. i didnt even know what to do with myself. really.

i serve kentuckians who don't know what coffee is, college kids who are the nicest of the lot, and just downright rude people. i dunno what it is. this isn't to say that all people that roll through my drive thru are pompus and arrogant, in fact. it's pretty hit or miss when it comes to the different types of people. they come in hordes too. they come from 5.30am all the way to midnight. non stop, hungry for coffee, mad from shopping, and ready to go home.

i also work with a bunch of people whose moods can change in a split second. i have been told that there is something different about me. i just dont get mad at things. i am pretty calm. am i the only one that has come to the realization that we work at a very popular "coffee" chain in america that everyone seems to like, no matter how ridiculously overpriced we are. i do get tired but i just think that eventually we'll close for the night and i can go home and sleep. that's what keeps me going.

what i am getting at is tonight. we were dead. all our closing duties were done before 11. we were waiting to close for once. we all did everything really fast like we were used to and we got everything done. it was weird. it was eerily quiet. ...everyone probably ran out of money.


economic recession. pfft. come work with me and try to keep on thinking that.