Every Sweet With Sour Is Tempered Still

Triumphs:
-- pouring a pretty decent mocha into a to-go cup (no pictures, we were busy);
-- working the espresso essentially alone and making drinks for customers;
-- getting good reviews on taste of said drinks.

Failures:
-- pulling multiple shots for one drink because of general crap;
-- no really great pours today whatsoever;
-- some stupid, but fixable, mistakes.

One more triumph: I was able to fix my mistakes when I made them.

And to his great credit, Aaron just let me plug along and get it done, while offering small bits of advice that helped me to do so. I know it must be frustrating for him to watch me struggle and finish with a product that wouldn't be as beautiful nor as fast as if he'd done it himself, but I'm making strides, and hopefully we'll be more comparable in speed and beauty with time. It's frustrating, but I am not the sort to get frazzled. I laugh at myself, clear whatever I did incorrectly, and do it again with greater attention to what was previously flubbed. So, all in all, not a fantastic day, but a learning day.

I also handed out a few resumes after work, which is strangely good for this job. Once I have more on my plate, I honestly think I'll be better at the shop. I've always been the kind of kid who functioned best when she had less time to waste. This way, the financials will be more solid, and I'll have to manage my time better -- both good things.

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Actually, this seems to be the basic need of the human heart in nearly every great crisis -- a good hot cup of coffee. -Alexander King