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Post by ren on May 15, 2013 18:38:10 GMT -8
If you went to the local elementary school and asked every little girl what she wanted to be when she grew up, the chances of one of them saying I want to make coffee for a living are very low. Even when you get into the older classes, very few people would say that they wanted to make coffee full time. Sure, as a part time job it was really cool; you got free coffee and sometimes people were really awesome about tipping. But that was just for a little spending money. No one wanted that to actually sustain them, and Josie had not been any different. Of course, choosing to do the equivalent of volunteer work wasn't exactly what she had planned either, but she found a lot of self worth in that. She was helping people. Making a difference in the lives of children. And she really enjoyed doing it.
She really didn't enjoy making coffee. Occasionally someone pleasant would walk in, and so she could talk to them while making the coffee. But that didn't happen often, and it wasn't quite as fun making coffee for a rude business man who wasn't going to leave any tip of any kind. But this was honestly the best option she had--it was this, or go work at McDonald's. Which she refused to do. When she thought about that possibility, making coffee seemed a lot more pleasant.
The free frappuccinos helped a little bit, too.
Though it was times like these where she wished she would have gotten a degree in something, like her roommate had. She could have been doing something more interesting, and it probably would have paid better too. While she probably wouldn't have been able to teach or anything, like Emily, she was sure that there were plenty of more options that could have been open to her if she had just graduated from college. And she didn't have the time, or the money, to go back or anything. So she would just have to bide her time, making coffee and raising money so that she could return to her babies in Japan.
The shop was always kind of slow right before the lunch rush, and while that should have provided some kind of relief Josie rather hated having nothing to do. She leaned against the counter, drumming her fingers on the surface and staring at the door, willing someone to walk in and order something. She always liked keeping herself busy.
As if someone had been listening to her wish, she saw a figure walk up to the door. She perked up immediately, standing up straight and putting a bright smile on. "Hiya darlin'! What can I get for you today?" she chirped out, anxiously waiting for an order.
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Post by isobeau on May 17, 2013 22:39:36 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #151515;] My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'til then I walk alone I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up when everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone One of the highlights she took joy in working for her dad was when a coffee run was needed. Sure there was a coffee maker there but a few weeks ago both her and one of her brothers conspired to have it 'accidentally' break. In turn it caused her dad to start sending someone out to one of the nearby coffee shops to bring back a round of caffeine for everyone. Each time Beau's dad would start yelling who wants to go she would be jumping up and grabbing the money from his hand before he could even finish his sentence. And each time she silently thanked those quick reflexes she gained from working the night shift and having to take orders down fast.
Normally Isobeau happily went to the coffee shop around the corner but today she felt like going somewhere different. Plus it gave her more time to spend outside the stuffy office that smelled like gasoline and sweaty men. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder why her father forced her to work there and if it was just to make sure she didn't enjoy her free time dancing. It was nice on the days that he was out of the shop doing some onsite work because then her brothers allowed her to dance around the shop until their dad returned. Even now as she made her way into the coffee shop she did a few twirls, dancing to music that only she could hear inside her head.
Hearing someone speak up, Beau stopped her spinning to stare at the woman behind the counter. Unable to help herself she let out a laugh before walking up to the counter to lean against it. "You won't be saying darlin' after I give you this order, I can assure you that." she answered giving a smile at the woman. Standing upright, Beau reached into her back pocket to pull a piece of paper out. It was the list she had made when all the guys were giving her their orders and glancing at it again she almost didn't want to read it out loud.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled once more at the lady before speaking. "Okay I need three black coffees, two low fat soy latte one of which needs to have whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles. I need one hot chocolate with whipped cream and two irish coffees with soy milk. And, last one I swear, a caramel iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel syrup."
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Post by ren on May 18, 2013 21:34:16 GMT -8
The barista couldn't hide her grin when the customer turned out to be a very lively girl, one who was very literally dancing her way into the shop. Someone's in a good mood, she thought, almost wishing she could hop across the counter and dance too. Ah, but she was too old to act like that wasn't she? But it was really refreshing, having such a pleasant looking customer before noon. Normally, only caffeine deprived workers appeared in the morning. So, naturally, Josie was also quite pleasant when the girl approached the counter, though her smile shrank a little into something wry when she gave her warning. She raised an eyebrow as the girl brought out a list, and muttered out a good-natured sounding "Oh my..."
That was quite an assortment, and Josie had to stop for a moment and figure out if she had gotten all of that. She had been prepared to jot down a lot of orders, though there was a lot more on that list than she expected. "You really like your coffee, don't cha sweet heart?" she teased lightly, knowing good and well that the poor thing was just making a run for all of her peers, before twisting to the machine next to the cash register to go ahead and get started on the first three orders of coffee. She turned back almost seconds later, glancing at the total on the register. "Okay let's see...your total is..." she read off the price, idly noting that she could never afford to buy so much coffee on a regular basis. "And can I get a name for your order?" A really silly request, considering that this girl was currently the only other customer in the store. But it was standard procedure, in case someone else came in. And because she secretly liked drawing little pictures on the cups.
Thankfully, because of the time of day, a few other workers had filed in and were getting started on the other drinks. She smiled and pulled out a plastic cup and a lime green sharpie, ready to jot down the girl's name.
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Post by isobeau on May 26, 2013 22:02:39 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #151515;] My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'til then I walk alone I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up when everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone Being so lively was not only something Beau enjoyed doing but she found that it was fun to annoy her father by acting this way. She knew she shouldn't enjoy doing such a thing but he always tried to make moments seem so dreary and bored so she had to do something to keep herself entertained. The one thing that she enjoyed about it was when it helped others feel happy and cheerful about having someone with a good attitude walk into the room. That's how Beau felt when she saw the way the barista was watching her.
However her thoughts changed when she finished listing off the order she had placed and for a split second Beau felt bad that she had given such a large order. "I warned you ahead of time at least." she stated shrugging her shoulders before shoving the list back into her pocket. Why did her dad's employees have to ask for such complicated drinks was beyond her. Just a simple caramel mocha with whip cream was the perfect thing for her but she hadn't ordered herself anything feeling that the order was already big enough.
Unable to help herself, Beau let her jaw drop at the price for everything and once again cursed her dad's workers for being picky. "Name's Beau; that's spelled b-e-a-u." she hadn't meant to spell it out for the woman but it was an automatic reaction. There were so many people that looked at her oddly or asked her how to spell that whenever she gave her name that now every time the question was presented Beau just automatically spelled it for them.
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Post by ren on May 28, 2013 16:27:41 GMT -8
Josie nodded, giving an appreciative "You did." Honestly, though, with how little business they had in the past few hours, making so much coffee was a good thing. It'd make her boss think that they were actually doing something productive, and thus she'd get to keep her job a little longer. (Not that she had actually met the owner of the cafe as of yet; she had been interviewed by the manager, who seemed like he would have given her the job even if she turned out to be an axe murderer.) She hummed as the girl not only provided her name, but spelled it as well--and thank goodness, too, because things would have gotten messy if Josie just had to wing it. She flashed the newly revealed Beau a grin before proceeding to scribble her name in a pretty cursive font on the white cup. Of course, she had a lot of cups to scribble on, so she soon shortened it to just a B after writing the full thing once more on the drink she tried to guess was hers.
That was actually a pretty fun game, when it came to big orders like these. Trying to guess which drink belonged to the person ordering. It wasn't one she was good at, simply because most people ended up surprising her, but it was still pretty fun. She and one of her coworkers actually kept score, and the loser at the end of the month bought the winner a cupcake.
"All right, gimme just a moment~" And with that she twirled around to get to work on the other orders. A cup had been passed to her, one of the lattes, and she went to work making it look absolutely scrumptious with whipped cream and cinnamon. She looked back over to the girl, biting her lower lip in thought. "Where are you delivering all of this?" she asked, mostly out of curiosity, and mostly because if it was close enough she could help carry some of it. They had some carriers stuffed in the back, but they only held four cups each. And if she got the order correctly, that left a drink that she had no idea how the girl would carry. Not unless she was hiding another arm somewhere.
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