A little of both. I'm a barista now. Yay! In Italy, that would mean something, because there, "barista" is a viable career option. Here, it's what you do when you have a degree in anthropology. Minimum wage plus tips, which averages out to about ... $8 per hour. Yeah, New Yorkers aren't the most generous tippers, even in Ithaca where everything is wonderful and everyone is happy. The store is locally owned (read: not a commercial chain), and I love it, love the people.
I don't love the fact that I closed the store at 9:30 last night, and have to work at 7 this morning. I think that's illegal actually. I got about 4 hours of sleep.
Although I shudder at the thought of working for Starbucks, they do offer health insurance.
But they also have machines pulling their espresso... yuck. I think even my crappy espresso shots taste better than the Starbucks espressos. I guess their goal is to maintain uniformity in each of their beverages, and chose "below mediocre" as their mantra. You can't screw up mediocre!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
I'm it
Since I don't have anyone else to tag, here are eight totally random* facts about me:
(*Disclaimer: may or may not be all that random)
1. I love pumpkins. EVERYTHING pumpkins! Halloween makes me go crazy, whenever I see something orange I just want to eat it up. SO happy to have found and modified the perfect vegan pumpkin pie recipe.
2. I have dermatillomania, and have scars all over my back and arms, probably my scalp as well. It started with my scalp when I was little, and just spread out from there. I also chew the skin off the inside of my cheeks and around my nails (but I don't bite my nails).
3. I might be obessive-compulsive about groceries as well.. whenever at the supermarket, I have to arrange the groceries on the conveyer according to how they have to be put away when they get home. Frozen foods with frozen/cold foods. Milk always packed with frozen foods. Eggs and bread together.
4. I am addicted to tweezers! I can't let my eyebrows grow out. And there are large patches on my leg that won't grow because I've plucked them so much. (Maybe I have trichotillomania as well... maybe OCD, but I won't admit it!)
5. I know every bone in the human body, and can identify most from just fragments. I can tell which side they came from as well. But so can everyone else in my forensics and osteology classes.
6. I watch judge shows and talk shows like it's my job. Not having cable since we moved to Ithaca is helping me curb this addiction.
7. I have a pajama shirt that I've been using for at least 16 or 17 years. It's worn completely thin, but the picture is still clear and it doesn't have any holes in it. It's a bear in pjs holding a cup of coffee, and underneath it says "I'll rise, but I refuse to shine."
8. I was the creepy goth girl once upon a time. Now I'm a corporate sell-out. Whenever I show my I.D. (Learner's permit with a picture of me as a 17-year-old), I feel embarassed. I turned bright red a few weeks ago when the girl behind the counter said "That doesn't look anything like you...." I didn't know if she was accusing me of using a fake I.D. or what, but apparently I blushed like mad.
(*Disclaimer: may or may not be all that random)
1. I love pumpkins. EVERYTHING pumpkins! Halloween makes me go crazy, whenever I see something orange I just want to eat it up. SO happy to have found and modified the perfect vegan pumpkin pie recipe.
2. I have dermatillomania, and have scars all over my back and arms, probably my scalp as well. It started with my scalp when I was little, and just spread out from there. I also chew the skin off the inside of my cheeks and around my nails (but I don't bite my nails).
3. I might be obessive-compulsive about groceries as well.. whenever at the supermarket, I have to arrange the groceries on the conveyer according to how they have to be put away when they get home. Frozen foods with frozen/cold foods. Milk always packed with frozen foods. Eggs and bread together.
4. I am addicted to tweezers! I can't let my eyebrows grow out. And there are large patches on my leg that won't grow because I've plucked them so much. (Maybe I have trichotillomania as well... maybe OCD, but I won't admit it!)
5. I know every bone in the human body, and can identify most from just fragments. I can tell which side they came from as well. But so can everyone else in my forensics and osteology classes.
6. I watch judge shows and talk shows like it's my job. Not having cable since we moved to Ithaca is helping me curb this addiction.
7. I have a pajama shirt that I've been using for at least 16 or 17 years. It's worn completely thin, but the picture is still clear and it doesn't have any holes in it. It's a bear in pjs holding a cup of coffee, and underneath it says "I'll rise, but I refuse to shine."
8. I was the creepy goth girl once upon a time. Now I'm a corporate sell-out. Whenever I show my I.D. (Learner's permit with a picture of me as a 17-year-old), I feel embarassed. I turned bright red a few weeks ago when the girl behind the counter said "That doesn't look anything like you...." I didn't know if she was accusing me of using a fake I.D. or what, but apparently I blushed like mad.
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