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
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