So far working at Starbucks is great! I love the people (coworkers and customers), the atmosphere (our location actually has a drive through with almost the highest traffic volume ever), we also have a really neat hang out multiple couch/lamp/cozy area, a bar to sit at (no alcohol served, only drugs, well caffeine), and it’s just a lot better than I ever could have imagined. We have all of our new Pumpkin Spice and Apple stuff for the fall already. It just came out on Tuesday. So, in addition to everything being new. All the pumpkin stuff is new to me also.
It’s much more complex and detailed than I ever could have imagined. So, when I don’t understand someone’s order, I kindly ask, “Could you please repeat that? I’m sure I missed something.”
THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY, SOMEONE ORDERED THIS DRINK TODAY:
They said, “I’d like a Iced Quad Venti Carmel Macchiato, with 4 pumps sugar free carmel, soy, no foam, 3 Splenda’s, no whip and extra carmel on top. Oh, with light ice and can you double cup that. My hand always gets too cold.”
And I say, “Yeah! Your Carmel Macchiato…lets just find a Sharpie and I can mark this cup here and….oh good a Sharpie. So, you want 2 cups. But only one drink. (every one smiles and chuckles). Now, you want what?”
This is when they choose to repeat it three times as quickly as the first time they stated their drink order, and I want to look at them and say ‘I drink it black, like my momma. What’s your problem.’ However I resist the temptation. And mark the cup to the best of my ability. CM for Carmel Macchiato, S (=soy), 4 Sgfr C, 3 spl, 4 (in the Shots box), lite ice, and I’m still marking their stupid cup. And grabing their second cup so their hand doesn’t freeze. WC with a line through it for no whip cream, and oh, yes, X C (Extra carmel on top). I’m not even sure if I marked the cup properly today.
My real problem is, that I am someday expected to be able to pick a cup that has been marked in the manner up and actually create the drink on the Expresso Bar. Overall, I am picking it up quicker than I thought I would. Who knows maybe someday Justin and I will own our own Coffee Shop. But for now, I’ve got to get it together and figure out how to make all of the fun, highly caffeinated, highly over priced drinks.
In addition, I am still loving the Farmer’s Market. Another plethora of fruit and vegetables. Again only $8. Wow!
In case you were wondering the zip-lock bag has fire roasted chile peppers. Sometimes they give these out for FREE. So, FREE chilies and 7 zucchini’s. Cantaloupe, Honey dew, a few squash, some beets, some red skin potatoes, and more, oh life is great!
And in case you were wondering. Justin and I went Rock Climbing this past Sunday with Mike, Virginia and our other new climbing buddies. I love climbing. And I’m a pretty good climber. (I’m humble too). It was my first time on rock mass that God naturally formed and not just a human manufactured wall with holds. Although the climbing technique, figure-8 follow through (a fancy knot), putting on a harness, and other technical basics are the same.
We also went to an awesome Baptism Party. Everyone brought food. This is our new friend Paul cooking
Carmalized Apple Chicken Pesto
in our kitchen. Well he made a separate dish of
Carmalized Apple Portabella Pesto
for us. I love the whole cooking in board shorts and flip flops concept! Paul is great and he works with me at Starbucks. But we originally met him through Blue Sky Church.
Needless to say, we have been loving Loveland. God has given us so many incredible surprises and so much excitement during our first month living here. And in a few weeks we have our first visitors, my mom and dad are flying out!
The problem is, and I am rather embarrassed to admit this, neither Natalie nor myself know Colin or Amy Rose. What makes matters worse, as if that were possible, the address that we currently live at is not exactly common knowledge. It is not that we have purposefully kept our current address a mystery; rather, we have simply not told many people. No change of address announcement cards. No mass emails. Nothing. That means that the individuals who sent us this Christmas card probably do in fact actually have knowledge of one of us. (The envelope is addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Justin Boyd so if anything it is my fault).
