Oh my gods. I forgot what it was like to stand for eight hours. I think that if they could get away with it, my feet would have me killed and thrown in the river. But, I do have good news. The new Bearistas are in - and one of them is dressed in purple! *Ahem*
Well, the second shift is over. I did the training on the register in the back, and was put on a real register for the last 30-45 of my shift. I had 7% voids and you're supposed to stay under 6%, but I'm still under the newbie umbrella. The supervisors seems pleased, which is really the main thing other than getting the customers dealt with.
The only thing that kinda annoyed me about the customers this evening is that the high school's are having a four day weekend. This means that there was a high number of teenagers crowded twelve deep around a six seat table. They didn't actively cause any trouble, just a lot of congestion since they were directly in front of one of the condiment stands. Add to that the fact that there were 3-4 people working on just getting the store turned over for the holiday theme in addition to the ones working the counter and it was b-u-s-y in there!
I stopped off at Andrea's on my way home to make sure that she wasn't upset. She had stopped in while I was in the back doing my training. I came out to see her, but didn't have time to visit or anything. Good kid. She's got her own job, so she understood that between the crowds and training it wasn't the best time, and I wasn't trying to brush her off. Damn, but she turned out good. Nobody can say anything about those girls. Well, unless they want a boot up their ass.
Well, I survived my very first shift in a green themed coffee shop. Actually, it wasn't too bad since it appears that pretty much your entire first nine shifts are basically training. If I ever hear anyone say something like "You serve coffee, how hard it that?", then I'm going to whack them upside the head with my 200+ page, spiral bound Barista 101 book. I did learn how to make some of the basic blended drinks, though. Yeah, me!
Well, I get ready to head to the store and grab my cell phone. I flip it up to see if I've missed any calls only to find a message that says "Check Sim". But I don't even have the Sims loaded. But I kid. Sorry, sorry. Reseating the card doesn't seem to do any good. So, off I go to the store. The Cingular Store. Where, I swear, they could bottle the nervous and negative energy floating around and sell it on Ebay. Spent most of my time in there taking deep breaths and trying to keep the anxiety attack from becoming a full blown panic attack.
Luckily, when it was my turn at the counter (finally), the woman was very efficient and professional in simply verifing that my account was good, and then copying and replacing the card. My big concern was that they would not be able to get the card to read long enough for the info to be copied onto the new card. I've already lost numbers and info from that sort of thing before, years ago.
Now, I think that I'll go create a reduntant contact list somewhere.
So, I'm reading though to see who's posted something new and I notice that there are quite a few about LJ being down. So like the evil wench that I am, I laugh and mock about posting on Vox about LJ. But then I realize - LJ is down. On a Saturday. The hells!!?? What am I supposed to do now? Something productive? Psshht. I don't think so.
*whimper*
What would the title of your autobiography be?
Submitted by princesskasren.
The title of my autobiography? Ooo. I'd like to say that it would be something either extremely profound like "The Philosophies of Lyse" or something completely off the wall like "At night, the ice weasels come". But knowing me, it'll be more along the lines of "The Philosophies of ....ooo....shiny".
On another note, does anyone else get a little annoyed at the qotd tags? The actual 'qotd' is fine, but the individual ones. When am I going to use a tag for 'my autobiography' again? I mean, seriously. Things like that make me so....ooo...shiny.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? Why?
Submitted by abcdefg81.
Hmmm. The obvious answer would be something like Ireland. Come on, who wouldn't love to have a little manor on the green hills of their very own. Not sure if I should bring realism into something like this, but funnily enough my realistic answer would be "Where I am". I love the area around here. Portland is a big enough city to get all kind of cultural goodies, but still small enough that I don't have to be terrified if I find myself out alone after dark. With the exception of my mother, all the family and friends that I would normally spend countless hours and dollars are airlines are just a drive away.
What is up with people petting me? Well, friends and family are always welcome, but complete strangers? Standing in line at the coffee shop and I feel someone pet my hair and start cooing about how pretty it is. Yes, it's very long and red and I love it. Does that make it public property? Did I miss a memo somewhere that stated once hair was longer than two feet it is public domain? I see people all the time with nice body parts. Still not considered appropriate to walk up and start stroking.
What is your favorite scent?
Submitted by Erinen.
Well, there's a toughie. I really have problems with the whole "favorite" thing. A lot depends on my moods. I like honeysuckle, rose (delicate, not overpowering), lavender and almond. If I have to pick something as an overall favorite though, it would be sandlewood. Lil used sandlewood incense during a housecleansing way back in '96. It was my first ritual and every since then it's made me feel calm and comforted.
What are 5 things you'd like to accomplish in the next 5 years?
1. Refinance the condo. Well, that's plenty self-explanatory.
2. Get a better job. They are interviewing for my position here (I am a temp). I would like to get a better paying job. *crosses fingers*
3. Finish my college degree. I've only been working on the damned thing for years now.
4. Lose weight. Duh.
5. Remodel the condo. I want to take most of the places where they've painted over wood and strip it, sand it, stain it and seal it.
