My Monday. I was in disarray today. I will tell you why in a minute. First I want to tell you about what I wore.
Cranberry coloured suede ankle boots.
They're new. Sullivan snatched them for me at a flea market this weekend. I about had a heart attack when he handed them to me on Sunday. I felt very badly about that too, because Jack had been preaching to me all morning and I was half asleep and then Sullivan came over and gave me the boots and I gushed. A lot. Jack has this incredible capability to gush about his Lord, and when I do the same to shoes after his three hour love rants...well, I can tell he feels sad. I just can't comprehend what he calls "grace."
Anyway, back to the disarray.
Total mistakes: 79
Total customers: 102
See the disarray? I think that that was the most customers I've had on a morning shift in a long while. And I will tell you why.
Peach blossom shaken iced tea with a shot of espresso and Memorial Day.
Patrick has definitely done the most gushing this weekend. Even counting the suede incident.
Jack was the best at swallowing his spite. I think it's a Christian thing. Sullivan had the most problems. He still constantly won't admit to the concoction being a sell-out. Which it is. Proof? We ran out of peach flavoring two hours before my shift this morning ended. It was a disaster. I had to deter a lot of angry high-schoolers. I think most of the girls just came to try it out because Patrick made it up and he's kind of cute. Then someone decided that it actually tasted good and then everyone thought Patrick was kind of cute. I would not want to be on staff tonight during his shift. Patrick honestly believes he can single-handedly redeem the nation of Africa with his tips. And I'm not going to lie, he might be able to do just that with the new hit espresso drink and a Memorial Day premiere.
Sullivan is coming to pick me up in a few minutes. We're going to SliceMeLove to have blueberry pie (I am so sick of peaches) and to take Lila back to Jack's place. He was supposed to be watching their Grandmother, but he's been at the Church all afternoon and won't answer his phone and Darla has to go to a dentist appointment. He does that a lot. Something about turning it on silent when you're in the house of the Lord. Or that's how Jack puts it. I totally would have watched their Grandma, but I don't think Sullivan thought that was a very good date idea. He's more into pie, then the antique store, and then scouting the town for his best friend on his bicycle and chewing him out because he forgot about his neighbor's oral health needs. I totally know that's what we're going to be doing. And I'm totally fine with that. He did buy me ankle boots after all.
See? I'm still gushing.
It is possible that these are the only shoes I will be wearing for the next few weeks.
Not really. That's not possible at all. My nude heels are beckoning me for tomorrow morning. I know I really shouldn't, I'll regret it after about two seconds, but still. Watch. Sullivan will take me to the antique shop and I'll snag a jacket that will be too perfect not to wear them with and then I will be a lost cause.
Sullivan is here. He just walked right through the door and is now yelling about how I shouldn't leave the door unlocked and someone could just come in and murder me. Boyfriends are the sweetest.
He's still in a bad mood (so about the peach tea thing). We are definitely going to look for Jack. He wants someone to yell at. I can tell.
So glad I get shoes and not the nasty man bellow he is capable of.
xo, Delia.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Day 24.
Sullivan came in this morning looking like the walking dead. I personally looked amazing. I'm totally sure of it. Solid colours do amazing things to my skin tone. Especially green I've just recently found out.
Yes. I wore the peep toes.
Note to all managers: Do not ask your morning shift to go to coffee conventions that will possibly last all night. Do let your baristas enjoy Chinese take-out with elderly Grandmothers.
I had the most amazing night with Jack and his Grandma. We watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" two and a half times because she forgot we had already seen it. She also braided my hair. Just like Jack said she would. Only, it wasn't exactly braids. More like a mess of french and twists and an occasional fishtail.
Turns out, she used to be a hairdresser.
I looked like a complete monster. Which is exactly the reason why I looked so amazing this morning. After his Grandma fell asleep, Jack got a hold of me and sat me at the table so he could fix me up before I left. We shared the last egg rolls and he did things to my hair I don't think I can ever do myself. Let's just say, even after I woke up this morning and glanced in the mirror, I still looked like a goddess.
I am totally not being vain.
Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 43
Total compliments: 17
I'll just call it even and blame it on Sullivan's lack of sleep.
On the more important front than everyone's sleeping schedules, is the peach tea and espresso problem. Jack and I discussed it last night. Of course he knew him. Patrick is unfortunately a fifteen year old high school student who has dreams of saving the entire nation of Africa. He goes to Jack's church.
The perk of this, is that it was easy enough to get his phone number. The downside, is that he thinks the drink will be a hit.
I don't even think he tried to make one before he went public with it.
I hate people who don't think.
Sullivan and I discussed it and we decided to give it a go tonight. But he is now sound asleep on my couch and Jack and Patrick arrive in all but thirty minutes. Which means it is totally up to me to be the savior of this mistake. Don't get me wrong, I feel completely confident. I mean, who wouldn't looking the way I look right now? I'm practically a model and I'm wearing sweatpants. This has to be a win/win situation.
Except.
When I stare at all those peaches and tea and ice trays and that espresso machine in my kitchen, I have to admit I get a little disheartened. This is not Jack taking a couple of knots out of my hair.
Peach and espresso. Lord oh lord, what was that boy thinking?
I think Sullivan is asleep on top of my wool socks. So not fair.
xo, Delia.
Yes. I wore the peep toes.
Note to all managers: Do not ask your morning shift to go to coffee conventions that will possibly last all night. Do let your baristas enjoy Chinese take-out with elderly Grandmothers.
I had the most amazing night with Jack and his Grandma. We watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" two and a half times because she forgot we had already seen it. She also braided my hair. Just like Jack said she would. Only, it wasn't exactly braids. More like a mess of french and twists and an occasional fishtail.
Turns out, she used to be a hairdresser.
I looked like a complete monster. Which is exactly the reason why I looked so amazing this morning. After his Grandma fell asleep, Jack got a hold of me and sat me at the table so he could fix me up before I left. We shared the last egg rolls and he did things to my hair I don't think I can ever do myself. Let's just say, even after I woke up this morning and glanced in the mirror, I still looked like a goddess.
I am totally not being vain.
Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 43
Total compliments: 17
I'll just call it even and blame it on Sullivan's lack of sleep.
On the more important front than everyone's sleeping schedules, is the peach tea and espresso problem. Jack and I discussed it last night. Of course he knew him. Patrick is unfortunately a fifteen year old high school student who has dreams of saving the entire nation of Africa. He goes to Jack's church.
The perk of this, is that it was easy enough to get his phone number. The downside, is that he thinks the drink will be a hit.
I don't even think he tried to make one before he went public with it.
I hate people who don't think.
Sullivan and I discussed it and we decided to give it a go tonight. But he is now sound asleep on my couch and Jack and Patrick arrive in all but thirty minutes. Which means it is totally up to me to be the savior of this mistake. Don't get me wrong, I feel completely confident. I mean, who wouldn't looking the way I look right now? I'm practically a model and I'm wearing sweatpants. This has to be a win/win situation.
Except.
When I stare at all those peaches and tea and ice trays and that espresso machine in my kitchen, I have to admit I get a little disheartened. This is not Jack taking a couple of knots out of my hair.
Peach and espresso. Lord oh lord, what was that boy thinking?
I think Sullivan is asleep on top of my wool socks. So not fair.
xo, Delia.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Day 23.
She's back. My goodness, she's back and it's a good thing too. My manager didn't look at me all morning. He walked around fawning over her while she drank her no whip non-fat milk soy latte and never even touched the boysenberry souffles I was so proud of. And she smiled at him when she left.
I thought he was going to faint.
Total mistakes: 11
Total customers: 89
Hello. That's like a new record. Maybe Miss no whip non-fat milk soy latte is good luck for me too. There's a good possibility.
My luck will run out soon enough though. We introduce a new drink at the end of the month. It's supposed to be some crazy peach blossom shaken iced tea with a shot of espresso in it. But so far it tastes ridiculously gross. And we can't back out of it because we already went public on the chalkboard and customers have been talking about it for weeks. I hate anticipation. Some night baristo thought it would be a good idea for him to get all creative two weeks ago. I thought he would be fired. Good thing for him the manager only found out about it today.
Yep. Today. The day she came back.
That's one lucky night baristo.
We're going to have a busy weekend, that much I can tell you. And that night baristo is so going to be at my place helping. Because Jack and Sullivan and I are not fixing his little creative endeavor all by ourselves.
I think his name is Patrick.
Jack was supposed to come over for dinner. Sullivan has some kind of Coffee Convention the manager asked him to go on. I was planning on making fried chicken, but then Jack called ten minutes ago and said he needs to watch his Grandmother. So now we're doing Chinese take-out and he told me there is a 99.9% chance she's going to want to braid my hair.
The odds are not in my favour.
Note to self: Remember to ask Jack about Patrick. He probably knows him. Jack knows everyone.
I'm thinking something comfortable tonight. I just got these vintage leather flats that feel like I'm not even wearing shoes. I'll probably wear those.
I'll save my forest green peep toes for tomorrow. Sullivan likes when I wear green. He says it brings the freckles on my feet out. He likes the freckles on my feet. And besides, they'll look just brilliant with that navy skirt I bought. I'll do blocked colors. Just basics. Simple. I feel a need for simplicity lately.
But that's probably because I spend hours trying to make peach tea and espresso marry.
xo, Delia.
I thought he was going to faint.
Total mistakes: 11
Total customers: 89
Hello. That's like a new record. Maybe Miss no whip non-fat milk soy latte is good luck for me too. There's a good possibility.
My luck will run out soon enough though. We introduce a new drink at the end of the month. It's supposed to be some crazy peach blossom shaken iced tea with a shot of espresso in it. But so far it tastes ridiculously gross. And we can't back out of it because we already went public on the chalkboard and customers have been talking about it for weeks. I hate anticipation. Some night baristo thought it would be a good idea for him to get all creative two weeks ago. I thought he would be fired. Good thing for him the manager only found out about it today.
Yep. Today. The day she came back.
That's one lucky night baristo.
We're going to have a busy weekend, that much I can tell you. And that night baristo is so going to be at my place helping. Because Jack and Sullivan and I are not fixing his little creative endeavor all by ourselves.
I think his name is Patrick.
Jack was supposed to come over for dinner. Sullivan has some kind of Coffee Convention the manager asked him to go on. I was planning on making fried chicken, but then Jack called ten minutes ago and said he needs to watch his Grandmother. So now we're doing Chinese take-out and he told me there is a 99.9% chance she's going to want to braid my hair.
The odds are not in my favour.
Note to self: Remember to ask Jack about Patrick. He probably knows him. Jack knows everyone.
I'm thinking something comfortable tonight. I just got these vintage leather flats that feel like I'm not even wearing shoes. I'll probably wear those.
I'll save my forest green peep toes for tomorrow. Sullivan likes when I wear green. He says it brings the freckles on my feet out. He likes the freckles on my feet. And besides, they'll look just brilliant with that navy skirt I bought. I'll do blocked colors. Just basics. Simple. I feel a need for simplicity lately.
But that's probably because I spend hours trying to make peach tea and espresso marry.
xo, Delia.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Day 22.
Jack and I walked into the shop together this morning carrying so many raspberry cheesecakes. Because I have a certified kitchen, the manager is always making me take home the berries for baked goods and drinks. It's possibly one of the top perks of my job. Next to the little white aprons. Sullivan whipped out the BEST raspberry tartlettes too last night. I think the 3 of us ate about 17 of them while watching movies. And they were gone from the goods-case in about 20 minutes from when we opened. I was a bit distraught. I honestly loved those things too much.
But when I got home there was a little pink box on my apartment doorstep. It was filled with tartlettes. Sullivan. I fall more in love with him everyday.
Total mistakes: 21
Total customers: 76
Brilliant. I did make a huge blunder this morning though. It ended with a cheesecake on a lady's lap. Thank goodness it was the hippie woman. The one who always orders hemp milk in her coffee even though we don't have hemp milk. She laughed it off and said something about karma. Then Jack gave her free vegan blueberry muffins and we were good.
Lila came in earlier. She had to drop off a delivery of pies on her way to college. Her hair was an absolute wreck. A mess of gingerbread curls and snarls. And there was fingernail polish all over her wrists. "Grandma did it," she said sheepishly. She and her brother stared at my shocked face. Jack stifled a laugh. "You should see my hair after grandma does it."
Jack helped Lila clean up a bit before she had to go to her screenwriting class. He was a wonder. She looked like she walked out of Vogue or something when he was done with her. I traded shoes with her too. She was wearing some blue heels that hurt her feet. My boots are a bit more comfortable than point-toed pumps. And I figured I could make it a few hours in those then she could a whole day. They did look nice with my red dress too.
Tomorrow Miss no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte comes back. I am so excited. I can't even say it. I think the manager is too. He called me this morning and told me to take home the boxes of boysenberries in the back room and make souffles. Boysenberry souffles.
I have never made a souffle.
Than he told me to take all the extra raspberry cheesecakes to the homeless shelter and gave me enough money to buy 79 ramekins and 40 dozen eggs.
I've been in my kitchen for 4 hours now trying to get this souffle thing right. I think I finally did. But my red dress is covered in boysenberries. And my hair probably looks worse than Lila's did this morning. And I can't find my yellow pumps, so I'm probably going to have to wear the uncomfortable blue heels.
Sullivan is taking me out to dinner in 12 minutes.
I have to change my dress, fix my hair, look for those shoes, and pull 9 more souffles out of the oven.
I can totally do that.
xo, Delia.
But when I got home there was a little pink box on my apartment doorstep. It was filled with tartlettes. Sullivan. I fall more in love with him everyday.
Total mistakes: 21
Total customers: 76
Brilliant. I did make a huge blunder this morning though. It ended with a cheesecake on a lady's lap. Thank goodness it was the hippie woman. The one who always orders hemp milk in her coffee even though we don't have hemp milk. She laughed it off and said something about karma. Then Jack gave her free vegan blueberry muffins and we were good.
Lila came in earlier. She had to drop off a delivery of pies on her way to college. Her hair was an absolute wreck. A mess of gingerbread curls and snarls. And there was fingernail polish all over her wrists. "Grandma did it," she said sheepishly. She and her brother stared at my shocked face. Jack stifled a laugh. "You should see my hair after grandma does it."
Jack helped Lila clean up a bit before she had to go to her screenwriting class. He was a wonder. She looked like she walked out of Vogue or something when he was done with her. I traded shoes with her too. She was wearing some blue heels that hurt her feet. My boots are a bit more comfortable than point-toed pumps. And I figured I could make it a few hours in those then she could a whole day. They did look nice with my red dress too.
Tomorrow Miss no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte comes back. I am so excited. I can't even say it. I think the manager is too. He called me this morning and told me to take home the boxes of boysenberries in the back room and make souffles. Boysenberry souffles.
I have never made a souffle.
Than he told me to take all the extra raspberry cheesecakes to the homeless shelter and gave me enough money to buy 79 ramekins and 40 dozen eggs.
I've been in my kitchen for 4 hours now trying to get this souffle thing right. I think I finally did. But my red dress is covered in boysenberries. And my hair probably looks worse than Lila's did this morning. And I can't find my yellow pumps, so I'm probably going to have to wear the uncomfortable blue heels.
Sullivan is taking me out to dinner in 12 minutes.
I have to change my dress, fix my hair, look for those shoes, and pull 9 more souffles out of the oven.
I can totally do that.
xo, Delia.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Day 21.
Finally back to normal. Isn't that something? I call waking up at 4AM normal. How insane. But I love my opening shift. I love it. Because then I know exactly where the raspberries are.
Jack was praying again today. But it was different this morning. He's usually so happy and joyful and kneeling with a smile on his face. I found him crying when I walked in. He looked crushed. Broken almost. Weeping and asking his "Father" to work everything out. Flat on his face. I was stunned. All I could do was stare at my purple flats with the little white bows embroidered on them until he was finished. And when he was, he wiped his eyes, gave me a hug, and got to work.
I will never understand Jack.
Total mistakes: 32
Total customers: 76
You probably think that those are gorgeous numbers, but the truth is, I screwed up so bad today. We had a special on raspberry turtledove mochas with extra chocolate, and because I am such a ditz sometimes, I ended up giving extraextraextraextra chocolate. The only way to explain it is this.
People were bringing back their drinks because half of the cup was filled with chocolate syrup.
I don't even know what I was doing. I guess I was distracted at the syrup pump. Like 16 times. Which is highly improbable but it happened nonetheless. I have no excuse.
Okay.
So I have been having chocolate withdrawls for a while. I decided to have a fast from the stuff. I started it a couple days ago. I work with chocolate everyday. It kills me. And maybe I thought if I got rid of it faster, it wouldn't be so tempting. Or maybe I just wanted to give the people what I couldn't have. I don't know.
All I know is, it made Jack laugh so hard.
And finally I just gave up and he and I had to drink 16 half chocolate syrup mochas by ourselves. There went my fast. But I don't really care. I saw a box of Swedish chocolates in Sullivan's car yesterday, and I'm pretty sure they're not for him. So I would've broken it anyway sooner or later. Probably tonight. Because he and I are going out.
I met Damien today too. He came in with his wife. I think she's supposed to be the peacekeeper, because the brothers didn't fight. At least Jack didn't. He was so sweet to them. He even gave them free coffee. And Marilynn(That's the wife) got extra organic whipped cream just because she asked. All Damien did was mope and mumble things about Alpine Retirement Home and stupid younger siblings and too many shots of espresso. He is really handsome. But the frown on his face pretty much cancels even the dimples he has. And he shows no affection for Jack. I don't even know how Jack can say he loves him. Or even how Lila can. The man acts like someone is pulling off each one of his fingernails with pliers all the time. It's insufferable.
But he had really nice shoes too.
Besides looks and taste in footwear, he and Jack have nothing in common whatsoever though.
Marilynn was nice.
Jack and I went back to my place with 4 crates of raspberries after our shift ended. He's actually in the kitchen now. I think he's still a bit upset about this whole day. He's humming some sad song. He never hums sad songs. Maybe I should tell Sullivan to cancel our date tonight and we can all eat pancakes and watch romantic movies till we fall asleep on each other. I don't want Jack to go home and pray for hours in his bedroom. I can already see him doing that. And besides, Lila has their Grandma tonight anyway.
Sullivan will be here in 20 minutes.
I need to find my hand-knitted slippers. I always watch movies in those slippers. And then maybe Jack and I will run to pick up a couple romantic comedies, and probably a war movie just for Sullivan, and some eggs. I don't have any eggs in my fridge.
Tomorrow I open again. I'm thinking my leather laced-up army style boots. The ones that always get mud on the soles and track it in everywhere.
xo, Delia.
Jack was praying again today. But it was different this morning. He's usually so happy and joyful and kneeling with a smile on his face. I found him crying when I walked in. He looked crushed. Broken almost. Weeping and asking his "Father" to work everything out. Flat on his face. I was stunned. All I could do was stare at my purple flats with the little white bows embroidered on them until he was finished. And when he was, he wiped his eyes, gave me a hug, and got to work.
I will never understand Jack.
Total mistakes: 32
Total customers: 76
You probably think that those are gorgeous numbers, but the truth is, I screwed up so bad today. We had a special on raspberry turtledove mochas with extra chocolate, and because I am such a ditz sometimes, I ended up giving extraextraextraextra chocolate. The only way to explain it is this.
People were bringing back their drinks because half of the cup was filled with chocolate syrup.
I don't even know what I was doing. I guess I was distracted at the syrup pump. Like 16 times. Which is highly improbable but it happened nonetheless. I have no excuse.
Okay.
So I have been having chocolate withdrawls for a while. I decided to have a fast from the stuff. I started it a couple days ago. I work with chocolate everyday. It kills me. And maybe I thought if I got rid of it faster, it wouldn't be so tempting. Or maybe I just wanted to give the people what I couldn't have. I don't know.
All I know is, it made Jack laugh so hard.
And finally I just gave up and he and I had to drink 16 half chocolate syrup mochas by ourselves. There went my fast. But I don't really care. I saw a box of Swedish chocolates in Sullivan's car yesterday, and I'm pretty sure they're not for him. So I would've broken it anyway sooner or later. Probably tonight. Because he and I are going out.
I met Damien today too. He came in with his wife. I think she's supposed to be the peacekeeper, because the brothers didn't fight. At least Jack didn't. He was so sweet to them. He even gave them free coffee. And Marilynn(That's the wife) got extra organic whipped cream just because she asked. All Damien did was mope and mumble things about Alpine Retirement Home and stupid younger siblings and too many shots of espresso. He is really handsome. But the frown on his face pretty much cancels even the dimples he has. And he shows no affection for Jack. I don't even know how Jack can say he loves him. Or even how Lila can. The man acts like someone is pulling off each one of his fingernails with pliers all the time. It's insufferable.
But he had really nice shoes too.
Besides looks and taste in footwear, he and Jack have nothing in common whatsoever though.
Marilynn was nice.
Jack and I went back to my place with 4 crates of raspberries after our shift ended. He's actually in the kitchen now. I think he's still a bit upset about this whole day. He's humming some sad song. He never hums sad songs. Maybe I should tell Sullivan to cancel our date tonight and we can all eat pancakes and watch romantic movies till we fall asleep on each other. I don't want Jack to go home and pray for hours in his bedroom. I can already see him doing that. And besides, Lila has their Grandma tonight anyway.
Sullivan will be here in 20 minutes.
I need to find my hand-knitted slippers. I always watch movies in those slippers. And then maybe Jack and I will run to pick up a couple romantic comedies, and probably a war movie just for Sullivan, and some eggs. I don't have any eggs in my fridge.
Tomorrow I open again. I'm thinking my leather laced-up army style boots. The ones that always get mud on the soles and track it in everywhere.
xo, Delia.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Day 20.
Thursday. Well, it was Thursday. Unfortunately now it's Friday.
Sullivan and I had the craziest night.
We got into the shop pretty late. I don't even know how the other evening crews do it. It's madness. I thought it would be slow. But honestly, it was a faster pace. I was almost pulling my hair out. Especially being with Sullivan. Sometimes he is so behind.
We both ran counter and made drinks.
Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 117
I thought I was going to die. I should not have worn those plum suede high heeled boots. My feet are killing me.
At first it was only businessmen heading off to catch their flights at the airport. They would traipse in and all of them would ask for the same exact thing. "Small drip coffee please." We ran out of drip coffee in the first 2 hours. Sullivan had to get 5 more pots going. And it was lucky he did. Because at 12:48PM a bus pulled up outside in the parking lot across the street, and in about 4 minutes, our little shop was filled with a whole lot of smelly, sweaty guys.
It was a High School wrestling team on their way home from an away game.
48 wrestlers. 4 coaches. 1 water-boy. 2 medical men. And 1 bus driver.
I never thought so many men could want so many girly drinks.
And I never thought I would get hit on so many times in 57 minutes.
One of them tried to kiss me.
Sullivan and I practically collapsed on each other when the last kid walked out the door carrying 4(!) large chocolate turtledoves with extra whip.
We peeled off our aprons and cleaned up most of the aftermath and then we sleepily took off to find at Jack at the tent meeting.
It was huge. There was 100s of people. Singing all together out of little white books. And then some man would randomly get up at the oddest times and shout as loud as he could from the stage. People were crying the whole entire time. And I have to admit, I was kind of jealous. Their faces were glowing. There were tears dripping all over their cheeks, and they were so
happy.
We found Jack in the front row(of course). On his knees, barefoot, praying with some 12 year old boy. Sullivan acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. He just stood there and waited for Jack to finish up. When he did, the boy jumped to his feet and ran through the tent yelling "AMEN!" Over and over again. And Jack looked at us with the brightest smile I have ever seen.
"How much longer do you want to stay?" Sullivan asked.
"30 minutes?" Jack pleaded.
"20," Sullivan said.
"Okay."
And we did. We stood there with Jack for 23 more minutes and listened to the yelling man and sang the songs and clapped our hands and then we all drove home together. With the bicycle strapped to the top of the car.
I never noticed but last night. Sullivan has a bike rack on the top of his car just for Jack.
I think I fell more in love with him because of it.
I'm just going to say right now, I adore my Thursdays with Sullivan.
But I never want to close the shop again.
note to self: if you ever do, wear comfortable shoes. maybe slipper boots.
I'm so going to take a nap. And sleep this whole Friday away.
But that's a lie.
Sullivan is coming over to make me an early dinner and then we'll watch movies and I will go to sleep at 6PM.
What am I going to wear?
My little cream dress maybe. And maybe I will go put teabags on my eyes so they don't looks so tired.
Oh gosh. My hair is a
mess.
I don't even care.
Thank God for the weekend. And yes, I did just say that because I went to my first tent meeting.
xo, Delia.
Sullivan and I had the craziest night.
We got into the shop pretty late. I don't even know how the other evening crews do it. It's madness. I thought it would be slow. But honestly, it was a faster pace. I was almost pulling my hair out. Especially being with Sullivan. Sometimes he is so behind.
We both ran counter and made drinks.
Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 117
I thought I was going to die. I should not have worn those plum suede high heeled boots. My feet are killing me.
At first it was only businessmen heading off to catch their flights at the airport. They would traipse in and all of them would ask for the same exact thing. "Small drip coffee please." We ran out of drip coffee in the first 2 hours. Sullivan had to get 5 more pots going. And it was lucky he did. Because at 12:48PM a bus pulled up outside in the parking lot across the street, and in about 4 minutes, our little shop was filled with a whole lot of smelly, sweaty guys.
It was a High School wrestling team on their way home from an away game.
48 wrestlers. 4 coaches. 1 water-boy. 2 medical men. And 1 bus driver.
I never thought so many men could want so many girly drinks.
And I never thought I would get hit on so many times in 57 minutes.
One of them tried to kiss me.
Sullivan and I practically collapsed on each other when the last kid walked out the door carrying 4(!) large chocolate turtledoves with extra whip.
We peeled off our aprons and cleaned up most of the aftermath and then we sleepily took off to find at Jack at the tent meeting.
It was huge. There was 100s of people. Singing all together out of little white books. And then some man would randomly get up at the oddest times and shout as loud as he could from the stage. People were crying the whole entire time. And I have to admit, I was kind of jealous. Their faces were glowing. There were tears dripping all over their cheeks, and they were so
happy.
We found Jack in the front row(of course). On his knees, barefoot, praying with some 12 year old boy. Sullivan acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. He just stood there and waited for Jack to finish up. When he did, the boy jumped to his feet and ran through the tent yelling "AMEN!" Over and over again. And Jack looked at us with the brightest smile I have ever seen.
"How much longer do you want to stay?" Sullivan asked.
"30 minutes?" Jack pleaded.
"20," Sullivan said.
"Okay."
And we did. We stood there with Jack for 23 more minutes and listened to the yelling man and sang the songs and clapped our hands and then we all drove home together. With the bicycle strapped to the top of the car.
I never noticed but last night. Sullivan has a bike rack on the top of his car just for Jack.
I think I fell more in love with him because of it.
I'm just going to say right now, I adore my Thursdays with Sullivan.
But I never want to close the shop again.
note to self: if you ever do, wear comfortable shoes. maybe slipper boots.
I'm so going to take a nap. And sleep this whole Friday away.
But that's a lie.
Sullivan is coming over to make me an early dinner and then we'll watch movies and I will go to sleep at 6PM.
What am I going to wear?
My little cream dress maybe. And maybe I will go put teabags on my eyes so they don't looks so tired.
Oh gosh. My hair is a
mess.
I don't even care.
Thank God for the weekend. And yes, I did just say that because I went to my first tent meeting.
xo, Delia.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Day 19.
Last Wednesday of 'Miss no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte' being on vacation. Thank the heavens. The Manager was an absolute grump today.
HE YELLED AT A CUSTOMER.
Flat out yelling right in his face. And all because the man was wondering if we could make the pumpkin spice chai tea even though it wasn't in season.
I ended up having Jack make him 3 of those teas for free. No need to lose a customer because your manager lost a crush for 3 weeks. Honestly.
Total mistakes: 34
Total customers: 65
Not too shabby.
Jack's still out of it. I talked with Sullivan about it on our date last night. He told me Jack and Lila's Grandmother isn't doing too well. So both of them are on end lately. I guess she lives with Jack. I had no idea. And there's some sort of fight between him and his older brother about whether to put her in a retirement home or not.
Jack works 4 days at the coffee shop out of the week.
He attends Church every Sunday, a Bible Study every Friday, and lately those absurd tent meetings that last all night.
He checks in on his little sister and helps her with college homework throughout the week.
He tutors 2 high school students 3 times every month.
And.
He takes care of his elderly Grandmother?
He is ridiculous.
And tonight he's going to another tent meeting. After arguing with his older brother at SliceMeLove.
I didn't know Jack had an older brother.
Lila told me all about him as she and Sullivan and I cut up 2 crates of fresh strawberries at my place(Talk about taking your work home with you).
His name is Damien. 29 years old. He works an office job from 9 to 5 almost everyday. He was completely against Jack moving out and taking their Grandmother. He hates what Lila is going to school for. He's married. Has 1 little girl. And is gorgeous.
I would know.
I saw a photograph.
Lila says she loves him. But you can tell it's more complicated than that. But Jack, it's obvious Jack adores him. Even thru all these fights. Jack is in love with Damien.
I'd have to meet the man to see if it's mutual.
And I get the feeling it's not.
Jack and Lila have this amazing schedule plan that works it out so that at all times, one of them is with their Grandmother. Or if not possible, they call their neighbor Darla, and as a last resort, Damien. Which doesn't happen very often, but has become more so as Lila's in school and the Manager has been messing with our schedules.
I feel bad. And I wish I could help them. At least Lila's pie shop is understanding and willing to give her sick days when she needs them...
Because Sullivan and I close tomorrow, and leave at 2 in the morning, we're going to pick Jack up at his tent meeting. I know we'll get wrangled into staying for a while. No matter how tired we are. But somebody does have to go get Jack. Lila has to watch the Grandmother. And him riding his bicycle home at such an ungodly hour doesn't sound too safe to me. I don't mind. I'm kind of interested what goes on in those meetings.
Why they attract so many people.
There has to be a good reason.
Who knows.
Maybe I'll find out while wearing my plum suede high heel boots.
xo, Delia.
HE YELLED AT A CUSTOMER.
Flat out yelling right in his face. And all because the man was wondering if we could make the pumpkin spice chai tea even though it wasn't in season.
I ended up having Jack make him 3 of those teas for free. No need to lose a customer because your manager lost a crush for 3 weeks. Honestly.
Total mistakes: 34
Total customers: 65
Not too shabby.
Jack's still out of it. I talked with Sullivan about it on our date last night. He told me Jack and Lila's Grandmother isn't doing too well. So both of them are on end lately. I guess she lives with Jack. I had no idea. And there's some sort of fight between him and his older brother about whether to put her in a retirement home or not.
Jack works 4 days at the coffee shop out of the week.
He attends Church every Sunday, a Bible Study every Friday, and lately those absurd tent meetings that last all night.
He checks in on his little sister and helps her with college homework throughout the week.
He tutors 2 high school students 3 times every month.
And.
He takes care of his elderly Grandmother?
He is ridiculous.
And tonight he's going to another tent meeting. After arguing with his older brother at SliceMeLove.
I didn't know Jack had an older brother.
Lila told me all about him as she and Sullivan and I cut up 2 crates of fresh strawberries at my place(Talk about taking your work home with you).
His name is Damien. 29 years old. He works an office job from 9 to 5 almost everyday. He was completely against Jack moving out and taking their Grandmother. He hates what Lila is going to school for. He's married. Has 1 little girl. And is gorgeous.
I would know.
I saw a photograph.
Lila says she loves him. But you can tell it's more complicated than that. But Jack, it's obvious Jack adores him. Even thru all these fights. Jack is in love with Damien.
I'd have to meet the man to see if it's mutual.
And I get the feeling it's not.
Jack and Lila have this amazing schedule plan that works it out so that at all times, one of them is with their Grandmother. Or if not possible, they call their neighbor Darla, and as a last resort, Damien. Which doesn't happen very often, but has become more so as Lila's in school and the Manager has been messing with our schedules.
I feel bad. And I wish I could help them. At least Lila's pie shop is understanding and willing to give her sick days when she needs them...
Because Sullivan and I close tomorrow, and leave at 2 in the morning, we're going to pick Jack up at his tent meeting. I know we'll get wrangled into staying for a while. No matter how tired we are. But somebody does have to go get Jack. Lila has to watch the Grandmother. And him riding his bicycle home at such an ungodly hour doesn't sound too safe to me. I don't mind. I'm kind of interested what goes on in those meetings.
Why they attract so many people.
There has to be a good reason.
Who knows.
Maybe I'll find out while wearing my plum suede high heel boots.
xo, Delia.
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