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.