Well, last week was it — my final week as a barista. After 9 years, I thought I’d feel more sentimental. I figured I’d cry. As I blended frappuccinos on my last day, I reminded myself that I would never do that again. You know what? That made me happy. I guess I’m sad I’m not sad. Does that make sense? How can I turn away from something that’s been a part of my life for so long and not shed a tear?
Traveling Barista, Sandy Lo discusses why she will always be drawn to coffee shops.
I’ve been too negative lately. As my time as a barista is coming to an end, I decided to focus on all the things I have learned from it.
Let’s face it, when you work with the public — you see a ton of crap. Sometimes it’s good crap, sometimes bad, and sometimes, you think, “What the hell just happened?” All walks of life love coffee, it seems, or at least, they pretend to. Don’t fool yourself into thinking your extra caramel, extra whip
8 years…8 long years of working with customers and co-workers, most of whom I loved, some who I dreaded dealing with… Working with the consumer public and co-workers in a confined space for so many hours a week, for so many years takes its toll on even the most patient of people. I was always
