Today at work, Meredith, one of the Cafe girls, said I was cool.
I've been getting a lot of 7am shifts, which, suprisingly, I am really enjoying. I have in no way gotten used to the whole getting-up-at-6am-and-being-awake deal, or the going-to-bed-at-a-decent-time-so-I-get-more-than-4-hours-of-sleep shebang, HOWever, I love being in the store for two hours prior to being open. There is an actual peacefulness and quaint vibe that circulates through the dust covered bays and endcaps that omits a sort-of relaxed aura. That, mixed with the smell of freshly ground coffee and slightly burnt oatmeal-raisin cookies, really sets you off on a good start for the day. At least for the first two hours, before the customers come in.
This is also about the time when I secretly sneak over to our cafe and order my new liquid crack: a grande soy hot chocolate with a squirt of pumpkin syrup. We're not actually allowed to be served when we're on the clock, but I don't care. I'd shoot that pumpkin syrup through my veins.
This morning, as I slid behind the New Fiction Release Bay to obtain my drug-of-choice, Matt jokingly whispered "Excuse me Ma'am, but we don't serve working employees". I simply tilted my eyes upwards and to the left, as I pulled on my nametag, releasing it from my neck (thanks strangle-free lanyards!), and then smiled sweetly without saying a word. This then prompted Meredith to reply with "Ha, she is so cool!" .
I've been getting a lot of 7am shifts, which, suprisingly, I am really enjoying. I have in no way gotten used to the whole getting-up-at-6am-and-being-awake deal, or the going-to-bed-at-a-decent-time-so-I-get-more-than-4-hours-of-sleep shebang, HOWever, I love being in the store for two hours prior to being open. There is an actual peacefulness and quaint vibe that circulates through the dust covered bays and endcaps that omits a sort-of relaxed aura. That, mixed with the smell of freshly ground coffee and slightly burnt oatmeal-raisin cookies, really sets you off on a good start for the day. At least for the first two hours, before the customers come in.
This is also about the time when I secretly sneak over to our cafe and order my new liquid crack: a grande soy hot chocolate with a squirt of pumpkin syrup. We're not actually allowed to be served when we're on the clock, but I don't care. I'd shoot that pumpkin syrup through my veins.
This morning, as I slid behind the New Fiction Release Bay to obtain my drug-of-choice, Matt jokingly whispered "Excuse me Ma'am, but we don't serve working employees". I simply tilted my eyes upwards and to the left, as I pulled on my nametag, releasing it from my neck (thanks strangle-free lanyards!), and then smiled sweetly without saying a word. This then prompted Meredith to reply with "Ha, she is so cool!" .
Now lets be real - any of you that know me know for a fact that "cool", is no where near a word that would describe me. Slightly quirky, maybe. Randomly spastic and clumsy? Perhaps. Cool? No. Yet hearing her say that to me made me feel just the slightest bit, shall we say, cool. Even if only for a quick moment, before dropping my nametag at my feet, then having to crouch down and accidentally crack my ankles on the way to pick it up.
I guess it's just nice to know that there is always someone, somewhere, that thinks you're cool. And I just like that picture. It makes me feel even cooler. Jealous?
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