Day 10.

Pre-manager day. Gosh. I do not adore this day. I think it's the nerves about tomorrow.
When I walked in this morning, Jack was praying. Literally, on his knees praying. His hair a complete mess. Barefoot. A pair of Nike sneakers by his side. AND HE WAS PRAYING OUT LOUD.
I didn't startle him. He didn't even look at me. He prayed for 5 more minutes, and then he was up. Prepping the coffee pots and cracking jokes. He had me laughing in record time.

We talked about what we loved.
I love shoes.
Jack loves his Bible.
What we wanted to do.
I want to design clothing.
Jack wants to be a missionary.
And what matters to us.
Things matter to me.
People matter to Jack.
You can see where this was headed.

I felt so materialistic this morning.
Not a good feeling.

Than Sullivan came in to see me.
And I didn't feel very materialistic anymore. He was having a bad day. I wanted to make him happy. Jack made him happy in the end. But I would dare to say the extra whip, double chocolate cocoa I gave him helped. A little.
Or maybe it was just Jack's political commentary to the customer at the drive-thru window.
All I know is, Sullivan left happy.

Total mistakes: 53
Total customers: 53
So I was distracted. It's hard to concentrate on making lattes when someone's preaching at you.

I wore purple high heels with ribbons down the heels.
Did I mention Jack wore 'the Gospel' on his mouth?
And Sullivan wore a frown?

Tomorrow I'll go with my yellow wellies. The sky is cloudy.
xo, Delia