Day 8.

I think Thursday is my new favourite day of the week. It is lovely. Aside from my mistakes.

Total mistakes: 62
Total customers: 43
Darn.

Working with all three of us is getting to be hard. It's amazing. But hard. Sullivan and Jack work perfect. Jack and I work perfect. Sullivan and I are a nightmare. I don't know how Jack does it. I love Sullivan. Adore him really. But
he
is
so
hard
to
work
with.

I think it's just that he doesn't talk enough for me. When I'm with Jack there are words pouring into my ears all day. And when I say all day, I mean all day. He talks. About everything. From ferns to love to handkerchiefs. It's addicting.
And when he calls out the coffee,
it's
perfect.

Sullivan is quiet.

Today that was hard.
But I can't help still loving it. Even though I made 12 extra lattes. And put whipped cream on 3 no-whip drinks. And added shots of espresso when there wasn't supposed to be any shot of espresso.
I was freaking out.
Pulling out my messy hair.
Jack was laughing.
I
was
frustrated.

Then Sullivan reached across the counter, and
grabbed
my
hand.

He has such big hands. Such beautiful hands. Warm. Gorgeous. Safe. And in that moment, that was exactly what I needed.
Even though he's the worst communicating barista in ever, I still like him.

Because he holds my hand when my hand needs to be held.
And tells me he likes my yellow high heels.

xo, Delia

Day 7.

Jack was my life-saver today. I won't even pretend to lie about it. Miss 'no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte' came in this morning. And of course she orders the special. A HEALTHIER VERSION OF THE SPECIAL.

The special today was a 'double white chocolate chocolate cinnamon mocha/cocoa.'
One of the most fattening drinks ever.

Of course I was working behind the counter making the drinks.

So when Jack called back this positively confusing concoction, I didn't exactly get it right. I think I got about half of it. Something like, 'chocolate, chocolate, cinnamon cocoa minus whole milk.' I didn't really want to make him repeat it. So I made it.

I think it looked like a cheap cup of cocoa that wasn't mixed.

Jack could see my face from the other side of the shop.
'No whip, non-fat milk, soy latte" was busy looking at her little fancy phone.
The manager caught my look of despair.

Jack moved first.
In one movement, he called out the next 2 orders, wrote sharpie down my left arm, and with a big sweep, knocked my ugly drink off the counter.
Onto the floor.
All over.
And he made it look like an accident.

Total mistakes: 40
Total customers: 43

Times Jack has saved my bum from being fired so far: Countless

I think maybe it was the leather boots. I think they're cursed. I am so wearing my lucky pink espadrilles tomorrow.

And did I mention Sullivan called me while I was working? (He was the reason for the 40th mistake.) We're going to be working together tomorrow. But he can't take me out afterwards. So he told Jack that he has to do something with me. Something to occupy me amusingly. And I heard mention of a flea market.
I think I'm excited.
Flea market in pink espadrilles with the funniest guy I know compliments of my new boyfriend?
YES.
I love Sullivan. He never lets me get bored. I think he's worried I'll talk myself to death. Sometimes he's quiet. And I worry I'm hurting his ears. But then he laughs. And grabs my hand. And says I am adorable. That is priceless.

Now I have to go take a nap and throw these boots into the back of my closet.
But they're so cute.
Darn.

xo, Delia

Day 6.

Tired. Again. I didn't know Jack could crack so many silly jokes at 5 in the morning. Seriously. You can only laugh about umbrellas and sheep so many times.
But it's good.
It keeps me awake.
We all stayed out far too late for our own good last night. We didn't mean to. We planned on shoe shopping for 1 or 2 hours and then going home to bed. Like that would really happen with Jack and Sullivan. We ended up shoe shopping for 5 hours and then going to sushi and then to ice cream. Let's just say our bedtimes were not made in time.

But I am so happy.
I am wearing a delicious new pair of little sneakers. Bright yellow sneakers. They're pretty old. Jack knows the most amazing vintage shoe shops. That's where he and Sullivan get all their footwear. I love it. It's like I found a whole new world of shoes. Mary-Janes. Pumps. Tap shoes. And even men's loafers.
I am so happy.

Today was good. Minus the tiredness.
Total mistakes: 21
Total customers: 52

Jokes Jack said before we made the first drink: 184

Now Sullivan is taking me on a picnic. And then home to my apartment. So I can finally get some sleep. A nap is in order today. And an earlier bedtime. My sides ache from laughing. I think I need some seriousness. Sullivan is perfect for the job.
Tomorrow will probably be the new leather boots I picked up.

Ugh.
Tomorrow the manager comes in.

But then the next day, I get to work with Sullivan.
I don't think I can help smiling tomorrow.
Because I'll be thinking of that.

xo, Delia

Day 5.

I'm Back.
After the most amazing weekend of my life. I'm back to work wearing little forest green flats. And I couldn't be happier.
Friday was Sullivan.
Saturday was Sullivan.
Sunday was Sullivan.
And I thought I wouldn't get to see him again till Thursday. (He only works with Jack and me on Thursday.)

I was wrong.

Today was not going well. For some reason, Jack was in a sour mood. And he was the one making the majority of mistakes.
Lie. I made 12 mistakes more than Jack did today.
I'm surprised the fire department wasn't called. There was a bad mishap with the oven and both of us forgetting about some brownies.
Lie. Jack didn't even know there was brownies baking.
And then there was the problem with the drive-thru window. Jack made 6 extra drinks. I only called out 4.
Lie. I called out 5.

Then Sullivan came in. He was hidden behind a HUGE bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers. He asked me when I got off work.
"1 o'clock." I told him.
"Then we are going out at 1 o'clock." He smiled. I loved it. Sullivan only smiles when he's really happy. "Sound good?" He asked.

"Perfect." I told him.

And it was.

Total mistakes: 30
Total customers: 49
It was a busy day.

Tomorrow I'm planning on my gold wedges with ribbons that lace up the back. And then Sullivan's going to pick up Jack and I so we can all go shoe shopping after work. I think they're both excited. But they both have different taste. And different shoe sizes. It might be interesting. I know it will be adorable.
Imagine.
Two sleepy eyed baristas and one serious man trying on loads of footwear as they down their own homemade triple shot espressos and mochas. Darling.

A FOOTNOTE:
Jack did lighten up his mood when Sullivan arrived. I don't think he could help it. They are positively best friends. And it is hard not to smile when your very serious friend is trying to decide whether to have whole milk or 2% in his cocoa.
And I think the sunflower Jack put behind his own ear, helped quite a bit.

xo, Delia.

Day 4.

I'm just going to say it.
I'M IN LOVE.

I walked in this morning wearing a my blue wedges and a dress reminiscent of lemon meringue pie. It has a huge bow that ties around my waist. My shoes were on the right feet.

note to self: do not wear bows or ribbons around jack. he had me untied 6.8 seconds after i walked thru the door.

I knew it was going to be a good day.
I met Sullivan.
He's a sweetheart.
Really amazing. And Jack was right. He is probably the most serious person I've ever met. And I love it.
I love him.
Yes, I did just say I loved a barista who I met only 8 hours ago.
Let me explain.

When he walked in the door, Jack threw an apron at him. So I couldn't really see his face. But I saw he was tall. Nice and tall. And he had gorgeous hair. It reminds me of honey. And when he put the apron on and came over to shake my hand, I saw his face. Probably the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
I thought people were making it up when they described it like stealing little pieces of the sky and putting them on someone's face.
They aren't.
And his nose is to die for.

So, yes Sullivan is gorgeous.
But it was his shoes that sold me.
He was wearing Italian leather loafers.
Vintage.
Adorable.
My Father used to have a pair like that.
And so does Sullivan.

Today was the best day of my entire life.
Total mistakes:54
Total customers:12
Jack made me laugh too much. Sullivan tried to keep everything under control. (He's so cute when he's upset.) I forgot to put the lid on the blender while making the blended iced mochas. 4 times. The manager didn't come in. And Sullivan asked me out.
Yes.
I did just say the most gorgeous guy I've ever met asked me out.
We're going to breakfast tomorrow.
Both of us don't work.

Darn.
I have to wake up early again.
And I think I'm tired right now.
How does cherry red high heels sound?
Is that saying 'I like you' too much?

xo, Delia

Day 3.

I found my magenta shoes. They were tangled up in my big red skirt. And since I was in a hurry, I wore that too. My hair was a mess though. I piled it on top of my head as I ran out the door.
Jack laughed at me when I got there.
I thought it was because of my hair.
So I ignored him.
But he didn't stop laughing. Finally I told him he shouldn't think it was so funny, because his hair had looked worse yesterday. (When he doesn't take a shower in the morning, he has BED-HEAD. And yesterday he had it big time.) But he kept laughing. By the time my face was cherry red he had caught his breath.
"It's not your hair." He told me. "Your hair looks very nice."
My face got redder.
"Your shoes are on the wrong feet."
I looked down.
They were.

I think that is why I love working with Jack.

Total mistakes: 32
Total customers: 52
Face.

The manager came in this morning. He kept coming and standing over my shoulder every 5 minutes. I think he was trying to smell my hair more than see if I was doing things properly.
It distracted me more than anything else.
But then a middle-aged woman wearing a grey suit walked in. She had a choppy haircut. And her eyebrows were really thin.
The manager immediately offered her free brownie samples. She declined.
Jack winked at me. And told me she was "no whip, non-fat milk, soy latte."
I think I fell in love with her. She is a distracting angel in my eyes.
And I found out she comes in every Wednesday. Just like the manager.

Tomorrow I work with Jack and another barista. Sullivan. Jack said I would like him. I asked him if he was funny. And he told me he wasn't. 'He is as serious as ever,' was how Jack put it. But he also told me they're best friends. So I don't know. I can't imagine Jack with a serious best friend.
Maybe he was joking.
I'm thinking baby blue wedges. Jack said Sullivan likes the colour blue...

xo, Delia

Day 2.

I am tired. Day 2 and I am tired? I didn't know it would be like this.

Today Jack and I talked about bedtimes. He goes to bed at 7:30pm. I'm usually in bed in my men's pajama shirt with my face mask on and my christmas lights lit up by 10pm. But having to be at the shop by 4 o'clock every morning Monday thru Thursday is going
to
kill
me.

I think I need to get to sleep earlier.

Before I forget, today, Jack came in with the most adorable moccasins I've ever seen. And because he always takes his shoes off, and because I couldn't find my magenta shoes, and I accidentally wore my maroon big bow flats that pinch my pinky toes, he let me wear them.
They were to die for.
Jack is average height. Taller than me. But his feet are a size bigger than mine. And I can wear his shoes and get away with it.
I think I have a new best friend.
(Sophie's been ignoring me anyway.)

Today I only made 34 mistakes.
There were 36 customers.
I'm getting better.
And I learned how to make a latte properly.

I think the 6 shots of espresso Jack and I drank this morning helped. Wake me up and not make mistakes.
But who knows.
Now I should take a nap.
And find those magenta shoes.

xo, Delia

Day 1.

I wore my bright yellow heels. The aqua coloured pumps were buried too far in my closet. And who wants to go digging through the piles of lace and dresses and shoes? NOT ME. Besides, sunshine on my feet would make my mess-ups less apparent.
Maybe.

It started out beautifully. If you can say a 4am wake up call is beautiful. But I did get to wear a cute little apron. It's the colour of meringue. And even through tired eyelids, coffee is always beautiful. Not to mention Jack.
Jack is the barista I work with. He is hilarious. To put it shortly, he has hair the colour of gingerbread. His hands are big. He wears really nice jeans. And he was barefoot the whole day. HE IS BEAUTIFULLY FUNNY.

I work counter. (But I did start training for making drinks.) I was doing fine. Till the first customer came in. He was a regular. At least that's what Jack whispered in my ear.
According to him, they all have names. I think he introduced himself as Spencer. But Jack called him "double shot mocha." I just thought he looked like Mr.wrinkledsuitgettinguptooearlyforhimself. But, who knows.
Anyway, he tried to flirt with me. But that wasn't what messed me up. He talked really fast. And I could have sworn he said he wanted a quad shot mocha. So that's what I told Jack. And he gave me an unsure look. And asked me if I was sure. And I told him yes. I didn't want to ask Mr.suit if I was right.
Jack made the drink.
Mr.suit put the sleeve on it.
He was 4 steps from the door when he spit it out and went completely crazy for a man who was only half awake on his way to work.
I didn't know people were capable of telling four shots of espresso from two.
Mr.suit could.

The day went downhill from there.
I made 38 mistakes on calls for coffee.
There was only 32 customers.
You can imagine how badly I blushed.
All I can say is,
it's a good thing the manager has a crush on me.
And,
THANK HEAVENS FOR JACK&YELLOW HIGH HEELS.

We'll see about tomorrow.
I open with Jack again.
I'm thinking magenta shoes.

xo, Delia

I'm wearing purple high heels today.

They hired me because I smelled like lilacs. Or at least that's what the manager said. (Really, I was wearing cherry blossom that day.) I think I figured out in 2.8 seconds that he has a crush on me. The moment I walked through the door, his mouth was eternally hanging open. Not a pretty sight.
But I took the job anyway.
It's not easy trying to live on your own when you have a shoe fetish. My high heel collection is getting out of hand. But that could be a whole other blog.

This blog is about my new job. And before you say it's unappealing and uninteresting, let me tell you a secret that's not really a secret.
I forget things.
Sometimes the little things. Like leaving the bathroom light on. Or forgetting my receipt in the grocery store. Sometimes it's big things. One time I forgot my bridesmaid dress. Ugh. Another day I didn't put the parking brake down. I won't go into detail over that one. And yesterday, I left the curling iron on. The fireman was kind of cute...

When I decided to apply, I didn't really expect to get hired. I was 7 years old when I decided I loved coffee. And I do. Next to my high heel collection, sits a coffee addiction. It's not a serious problem. Not like this forgetfulness. But it is an important factor.
I've always been afraid.
Afraid that my love of coffee would overwhelm my fear of messing up at a shop.
Yesterday it did.
And I was hired.
So here I am.
Monday's my first day of work.
As Delia.
The forgetful barista.
Because I know, come Monday, a lot of amusing things are going to happen in that coffee shop.
Let's just hope I don't get fired.

I think I'll wear my aqua coloured pumps...
xo, Delia