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