There are two clear and present problems with working at a coffee shop that have already become realities in my life.
1) Early hours. Working early hours isn't a problem. In fact, it tends more often to be a blessing for a number of reasons. It's the Sunday mornings when I don't need to be up for anything, yet I can't sleep past 7:30 that leave me lying in bed with nothing but thoughts. It's almost a form of torture to let someone be awake before anyone else in their world-their friends, family, or boyfriend-with nothing to do but lay in their mind. I think the most ridiculous and obscene thoughts a mind can form are before 10 am.
2) The sad realization that maybe coffee is the best companion because when you uncontrollably wake up at an unreasonable hour, coffee is there. Your boyfriend didn't sleep next to you because he actually enjoys the collegiate lifestyle, or whatever...Your roommates are asleep in their own rooms, and furthermore the only one you could consider waking up, has gone home for the weekend. Which brings you to your family, who live somewhere else (if you're lucky) and in my case that means parents with the behavioral patterns mirroring the collegiate lifestyle and a brother with a daily routine mirroring some lifestyle crossed between the elderly and those fighting to success on Wall Street.
So here I sit, one run, shower, and unnecessary mind collision later with my over-sized, under-filled mug of coffee managing to make it all seem better.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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