Tuesday, April 27, 2004
I have just been informed that CTDN would like me to "come on board" as a part time employee as of May 1st, benefits to begin on June 1st.
I will inform you when I have actually signed on the dotted line so that you may at last stop your voodoo dances, altar sacrifices, incense burning, and prayers to St. Cajetan -- patron saint of job-seekers and the unemployed.* I am quite pleased, and I feel that I have found a GREAT boss, a low-stress job, and something that will not only maintain my interest for a long time but will also serve me well when I choose to move on. But, that's putting the cart before the May 1st horse. 3 days and counting!
*Go to this website to find a patron saint for just about anything!!: http://www.catholic.org/saints/patron.php?letter=A
For example: Mom, you'll be interested in St. Agatha/St. Camillus de Lillis/St. John of God, and both you and Steve will be interested in St. Hubert of Liege/St. Roch/St. Vitus. Sandie, you'll be interested in St. Martha. 2-Dad, you might be interested in St. Gertrude of Neville...as am I!!
I will inform you when I have actually signed on the dotted line so that you may at last stop your voodoo dances, altar sacrifices, incense burning, and prayers to St. Cajetan -- patron saint of job-seekers and the unemployed.* I am quite pleased, and I feel that I have found a GREAT boss, a low-stress job, and something that will not only maintain my interest for a long time but will also serve me well when I choose to move on. But, that's putting the cart before the May 1st horse. 3 days and counting!
*Go to this website to find a patron saint for just about anything!!: http://www.catholic.org/saints/patron.php?letter=A
For example: Mom, you'll be interested in St. Agatha/St. Camillus de Lillis/St. John of God, and both you and Steve will be interested in St. Hubert of Liege/St. Roch/St. Vitus. Sandie, you'll be interested in St. Martha. 2-Dad, you might be interested in St. Gertrude of Neville...as am I!!
Monday, April 26, 2004
We did indeed take in the Giants v. Padres game on Thursday, along with some hot dogs and fries. It was hot and though they opened the 1st inning with a home run right off the bat, they lost. We got some shopping in, had a late dinner at the hotel (delicious crab cakes!) and turned in for the night. Friday we had coffee in the castro, lunch in the financial district, strolled in the Yerba Buena center, tried a smoothie at jamba juice, then collapsed at home for a half hour before I had to leave for my flight to Seattle.
Seattle was great; gorgeous weather; absolute shock on Lexi's part at our sudden appearance; good food; lots of dancing and even more laughing. It was a shame we had to go home (I was even getting used to Julie's dogs, an inquisitive dachsund and a gentle giant german shepard/dobie mix) but I was glad to finally unwind too -- it's been a non-stop hyperactive whirlwind 8 days.
Seattle was great; gorgeous weather; absolute shock on Lexi's part at our sudden appearance; good food; lots of dancing and even more laughing. It was a shame we had to go home (I was even getting used to Julie's dogs, an inquisitive dachsund and a gentle giant german shepard/dobie mix) but I was glad to finally unwind too -- it's been a non-stop hyperactive whirlwind 8 days.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Okay. Nothing creates a whirlwind tour of SF like having a set of parents in town. Mom and Steve got in Saturday at noon and the fun hasn't stopped since. We visited Haight Street (where some very elaborate shopping took place which I shall have to explain another time), did crepes at the Bean Bag Cafe while my car's oil got changed, and did a lot of catching up. That's plenty of activity, right?
Ha. On Sunday we:
1) had dim sum in Chinatown (big hit, until the little girl next to us started eating her hot peppered chicken feet toe by toe -- and that's no joke)
2) bought boba teas, random chinese candy, and pickled, chilied, or gingered tidbits (mostly Steve) at Sweet World. Boba Teas are drinks consisting of a cold, sweet, milky tea (though you can improvise with Chai or what have you) and large, round, super chewy tapioca balls that sit at the bottom and come flying up into your mouth through an extra wide straw. Chad retched, mom was fascinated, Steve bought his own!
3) walked the aquarium. The aquarium is rather meager compared to what I'm used to and what I've seen recently -- Mystic, of course, and Chicago's -- but they did have the good foresight to construct glassed in tunnels with slowly moving walkways, so that you can be surrounded by striped trout, leopard sharks, wolf eels, and bat rays and without having to think about walking. I could've sat in the tunnels for ages. They also had touch pools. I touched flounder (nubby), bat rays (velvety), leopard sharks (firm, skin-like only less loose than ours), sea urchins (surprisingly stiff), starfish (bumpy and hard) and sea cucumbers (mushy). Further, they had an exhibit where you could see inside the egg pod of a Skate where tiny, finely veined skate fetuses hovered umbilically over their yolk sacs (something I've never seen before in the big aquariums) -- all of which definitely redeems the lack of size, variety, and dolphin trick shows!
4) Killed some time at the wharf with lattes and espressos, some light shopping for rain gear (it was wet but not torrential), and a quick visit to the Sea Lions, a younger pair of whom were engaging in a sea lion form of sumo wrestling involving using one's entire girth to knock the other off the raft, only to have that one, with much honking and barking and protestation, scramble back on to the raft on a different side and then knock the first one off! Very funny.
5) Ferried out to Alcatraz where we did the "night" tour from 4-8pm. I've done Alcatraz before (see blog of August 6th, 2003) but I relished the chance to go back, and this time we got to tour the hospital upstairs -- which was mostly innocuous but undeniably creepy. I also saw the black-capped heron on this occasion -- gorgeously plumed, relaxed, elegant even when hunched over herons perched on some of the denser trees on the coast of The Rock.
6) Ate seafood at Fisherman's Grotto, at a more casual version of Allioto's.
7) Finally, (on a last leg of energy) went to the Ripley's Believe It or Not museum! While there were many bizarre and wonderful things there, I have this weird little place in my heart for the replica of Van Gogh's Self Portrait made entirely from toast.
Chad and I left the house at 10:30am and didn't get back until 11:30pm!! And that was after a long night of me out dancing with my friends. Going to work yesterday was actually relaxing! Mom and Steve came to see where I work ("this time!") and we had lunch down at City Center. Despite Steve's having visited the Bay Area at least three times in the last 30 years, it was his first time riding BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit -- the trains that run under the bay between San Francisco and points east). Interestingly enough, he'd written a paper in high school on BART back when it was newly developed and cutting edge.
For their birthdays, I'd bought both Mom and Steve manicures and pedicures at my favorite local place in Noe Valley. Mom has never had a pedicure from embarassment over her feet. So despite years and years and YEARS of manicures (indeed), yesterday after work I met them there for her first pedicure. I thought her toes looked great, and appearances aside, it was incredibly relaxing after the long day before it. Leslie joined us there for her own mani-pedi and then we all cabbed to the Mission for Ti Couz's amazing, hearty crepes.
Mom and Steve took the ol' Forrester to Mendicino today, where they will frolic among the redwoods while I'm working, to return on Thursday -- which as it turns out, I may have off. We may try to take in the Giants game...
Ha. On Sunday we:
1) had dim sum in Chinatown (big hit, until the little girl next to us started eating her hot peppered chicken feet toe by toe -- and that's no joke)
2) bought boba teas, random chinese candy, and pickled, chilied, or gingered tidbits (mostly Steve) at Sweet World. Boba Teas are drinks consisting of a cold, sweet, milky tea (though you can improvise with Chai or what have you) and large, round, super chewy tapioca balls that sit at the bottom and come flying up into your mouth through an extra wide straw. Chad retched, mom was fascinated, Steve bought his own!
3) walked the aquarium. The aquarium is rather meager compared to what I'm used to and what I've seen recently -- Mystic, of course, and Chicago's -- but they did have the good foresight to construct glassed in tunnels with slowly moving walkways, so that you can be surrounded by striped trout, leopard sharks, wolf eels, and bat rays and without having to think about walking. I could've sat in the tunnels for ages. They also had touch pools. I touched flounder (nubby), bat rays (velvety), leopard sharks (firm, skin-like only less loose than ours), sea urchins (surprisingly stiff), starfish (bumpy and hard) and sea cucumbers (mushy). Further, they had an exhibit where you could see inside the egg pod of a Skate where tiny, finely veined skate fetuses hovered umbilically over their yolk sacs (something I've never seen before in the big aquariums) -- all of which definitely redeems the lack of size, variety, and dolphin trick shows!
4) Killed some time at the wharf with lattes and espressos, some light shopping for rain gear (it was wet but not torrential), and a quick visit to the Sea Lions, a younger pair of whom were engaging in a sea lion form of sumo wrestling involving using one's entire girth to knock the other off the raft, only to have that one, with much honking and barking and protestation, scramble back on to the raft on a different side and then knock the first one off! Very funny.
5) Ferried out to Alcatraz where we did the "night" tour from 4-8pm. I've done Alcatraz before (see blog of August 6th, 2003) but I relished the chance to go back, and this time we got to tour the hospital upstairs -- which was mostly innocuous but undeniably creepy. I also saw the black-capped heron on this occasion -- gorgeously plumed, relaxed, elegant even when hunched over herons perched on some of the denser trees on the coast of The Rock.
6) Ate seafood at Fisherman's Grotto, at a more casual version of Allioto's.
7) Finally, (on a last leg of energy) went to the Ripley's Believe It or Not museum! While there were many bizarre and wonderful things there, I have this weird little place in my heart for the replica of Van Gogh's Self Portrait made entirely from toast.
Chad and I left the house at 10:30am and didn't get back until 11:30pm!! And that was after a long night of me out dancing with my friends. Going to work yesterday was actually relaxing! Mom and Steve came to see where I work ("this time!") and we had lunch down at City Center. Despite Steve's having visited the Bay Area at least three times in the last 30 years, it was his first time riding BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit -- the trains that run under the bay between San Francisco and points east). Interestingly enough, he'd written a paper in high school on BART back when it was newly developed and cutting edge.
For their birthdays, I'd bought both Mom and Steve manicures and pedicures at my favorite local place in Noe Valley. Mom has never had a pedicure from embarassment over her feet. So despite years and years and YEARS of manicures (indeed), yesterday after work I met them there for her first pedicure. I thought her toes looked great, and appearances aside, it was incredibly relaxing after the long day before it. Leslie joined us there for her own mani-pedi and then we all cabbed to the Mission for Ti Couz's amazing, hearty crepes.
Mom and Steve took the ol' Forrester to Mendicino today, where they will frolic among the redwoods while I'm working, to return on Thursday -- which as it turns out, I may have off. We may try to take in the Giants game...
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Okay...I'm seriously considering upgrading my blogger account so I can post photos. Just yesterday I visited Oakland's city center and it's full of funky sculpture. More importantly, SO many flowers are in bloom. I took my camera with me everywhere I went this weekend just to capture the local flora: roses, bougainvillea, bottle brush, cherry trees -- bushes, plants, trees, everything's in bloom. You wouldn't think that you'd even notice spring in such a temperate city, but nature begs to differ.
I'll look into expanding my account.
I'll look into expanding my account.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
More things about CDTN:
1) Even if *I* want to donate my organs, my family has to give consent. Thus I want you all to know should anything happen, I want to donate my organs. Please give your consent. (Note: I have actually been signed up as a donor since the day I got my first driver's license. This is not job propoganda!)
2) The building housing CDTN has bathrooms that alternate floors. Unfortunately, I am on a men's bathroom floor, so I have to go up or downstairs to use the bathroom. The upstairs bathroom has a mirror on the paper towel dispenser -- which gives me a great view should I need to preen my belt. Sigh.
3) This job is part time because my boss takes classes on Friday. Thus I won't be working Fridays for the next month. Yes!
4) The benefits start as soon as I stop being a temp. (Mr. Jackson is going to chat with Irma this week to see if/when they want to hire me. As soon as I am not receiving pay checks from Mr. Jackson, I'll have benefits.)
5) Donors up to the early 70's in age can donate. A 72 year old was found healthy enough to donate in the last week, while a 71 year old could not. So while my very, very distinguished father is probably exempt from being a donor, the rest of you should do some serious thinking and sign up. One donor can benefit 7 people -- heart, both lungs, both kidneys, liver, and pancreas. Not to mention tissue and corneal donations. Imagine 'leaving' on that kind of note; I believe if St. Peter starts listing off your sins and you rebut with "One Heart, Two Lungs, Two Kidneys, One Liver, and One Pancreas, thankeeverymuch" he will most decidely say "Touche. Please come in."
6) No, I do not win a toaster for signing up a certain level of donors.
7) They order too much food for meetings, so there's lots of free lunches in my future.
8) The IT guy misspelled my name as "Elize." I must say, though, it's a step up from Elisa or Elsie.
9) My boss is very pleasant, reserved, and smiles easily. She's been working here for 20 years. These two facts lead me to believe that working here is a good thing.
1) Even if *I* want to donate my organs, my family has to give consent. Thus I want you all to know should anything happen, I want to donate my organs. Please give your consent. (Note: I have actually been signed up as a donor since the day I got my first driver's license. This is not job propoganda!)
2) The building housing CDTN has bathrooms that alternate floors. Unfortunately, I am on a men's bathroom floor, so I have to go up or downstairs to use the bathroom. The upstairs bathroom has a mirror on the paper towel dispenser -- which gives me a great view should I need to preen my belt. Sigh.
3) This job is part time because my boss takes classes on Friday. Thus I won't be working Fridays for the next month. Yes!
4) The benefits start as soon as I stop being a temp. (Mr. Jackson is going to chat with Irma this week to see if/when they want to hire me. As soon as I am not receiving pay checks from Mr. Jackson, I'll have benefits.)
5) Donors up to the early 70's in age can donate. A 72 year old was found healthy enough to donate in the last week, while a 71 year old could not. So while my very, very distinguished father is probably exempt from being a donor, the rest of you should do some serious thinking and sign up. One donor can benefit 7 people -- heart, both lungs, both kidneys, liver, and pancreas. Not to mention tissue and corneal donations. Imagine 'leaving' on that kind of note; I believe if St. Peter starts listing off your sins and you rebut with "One Heart, Two Lungs, Two Kidneys, One Liver, and One Pancreas, thankeeverymuch" he will most decidely say "Touche. Please come in."
6) No, I do not win a toaster for signing up a certain level of donors.
7) They order too much food for meetings, so there's lots of free lunches in my future.
8) The IT guy misspelled my name as "Elize." I must say, though, it's a step up from Elisa or Elsie.
9) My boss is very pleasant, reserved, and smiles easily. She's been working here for 20 years. These two facts lead me to believe that working here is a good thing.
Monday, April 12, 2004
Easter was a sleeper hit. I awoke after a late night of dancing to a phone call from Leslie inviting me to breakfast at her house -- and by breakfast I mean FEAST. She, Duke, Chad and I went shopping and then cooked for an hour: rosemary home fries, spinach & feta omelettes, jack and pepper and onion omelettes, strawberry, chocolate chip and/or banana pancakes, biscuits and gravy, cinnamon french toast (I made that one -- amazing how easy it is) -- complete with bloody marys and mimosas. Considering that there were only four of us (well, Laura came home just as the meal was ready -- excellent timing) it was a considerable amount of food. And everything, I mean all of it, was good -- cooked just right, nothing burned, nothing broke, nothing bland. It was like Thanksgiving only brunch and Easter. We spent the rest of the day Sea Lion styles -- lolling about with full bellies and chatting aimiably.
I hope you all had as wonderful an Easter.
Today is my first day at the Donor Transplant Network -- it's VERY interesting. I'll update further later. I still intend to fill you in a bit about how SF deals with the homeless problem as well. ;)
p.s. just discovered quite an odd but delicious "new" drink -- grasshoppers. (Creme de Menthe + Vodka + Cream on the Rocks with a Cherry = Green Milky Cold Scrumptiousness). A few of us got together for happy hour on Thursday night and went to a bar in the mission that specializes in Grasshoppers. If you try it, though, save it for last -- it's very much a dessert drink.
I hope you all had as wonderful an Easter.
Today is my first day at the Donor Transplant Network -- it's VERY interesting. I'll update further later. I still intend to fill you in a bit about how SF deals with the homeless problem as well. ;)
p.s. just discovered quite an odd but delicious "new" drink -- grasshoppers. (Creme de Menthe + Vodka + Cream on the Rocks with a Cherry = Green Milky Cold Scrumptiousness). A few of us got together for happy hour on Thursday night and went to a bar in the mission that specializes in Grasshoppers. If you try it, though, save it for last -- it's very much a dessert drink.
Friday, April 09, 2004
So, many of you received my email about my time at SFHP ending and the second email about my temp agent finding me a new job immediately. I have since learned more. The new job is with the CA Transplant Donor Network and I will be assisting the head of HR there. I'm looking forward to it; it's going to be good to learn the inside ropes about what goes into benefits, hiring, firing, payroll, etc. I believe it will be an experience that will serve me in good stead later in life, and especially in CA. ;) Cons: The job is in Oakland, so I will most likely be BARTing every day; it's not a full 40 hours a week. Pros: I start on Monday; the pay per hour is better; it's specifically temp to hire (none of this "apply but we'll cut you loose with no warning" stuff!) and most distinctly: benefits -- health insurance, pro-rated vacation days, etc. -- start immediately.
Freddie, in light of all this, brought to my attention that it may be hard to understand why I'm applying to temp jobs. It's very simple: in my time here, I've applied to a lot -- a LOT -- of permanent jobs and gotten an interview with exactly...NONE...of them. In applying to temp companies, I've gotten every job I've had here. I can only assume that it's stating the obvious, but I'll say it anyway, that while I'm one 24 year old experienced admin assistant/writing tutor among an ENTIRE city of twentysomething experienced admin assistants/writing tutors using the same job sites and resources as everybody else, with a few recent and tenuous connections that haven't panned out, a temp agency that's been here for a mere 10 years has well established connections and companies loyal to them and merely needs a pool of applicants that's going to represent them well. By applying to agencies and not to specific jobs, I have basically have a well-established company promoting me for free in a way that I can't do for myself alone.
This system is, of course, successful and fulfilling keeping in mind one important tenet: I still have NO idea what I "really" want to do with my life. I'm aimless. If I were driven about being in publishing or working at the zoo or getting education credits to teach or going back to grad school, this system might be a waste of time. But I don't know what I want, and I need the time and the means to think about it and formulate a plan. Temp jobs are perfect for that. Once I start this job, I'll have three concrete local references to support me for any "real" job I seek and I'll hopefully have some money saved (I already do have a decent chunk in my savings account).
Please don't think that by applying to temp jobs I'm deliberately underachieving. I'm actually using the resources available to me in an optimal way.
I learned a ton of interesting stuff when I accompanied Mr. Jackson to the health & employment subcommittee of the SF Homeless Council. I'm going to try to make it into something cohesive and post it next.
Freddie, in light of all this, brought to my attention that it may be hard to understand why I'm applying to temp jobs. It's very simple: in my time here, I've applied to a lot -- a LOT -- of permanent jobs and gotten an interview with exactly...NONE...of them. In applying to temp companies, I've gotten every job I've had here. I can only assume that it's stating the obvious, but I'll say it anyway, that while I'm one 24 year old experienced admin assistant/writing tutor among an ENTIRE city of twentysomething experienced admin assistants/writing tutors using the same job sites and resources as everybody else, with a few recent and tenuous connections that haven't panned out, a temp agency that's been here for a mere 10 years has well established connections and companies loyal to them and merely needs a pool of applicants that's going to represent them well. By applying to agencies and not to specific jobs, I have basically have a well-established company promoting me for free in a way that I can't do for myself alone.
This system is, of course, successful and fulfilling keeping in mind one important tenet: I still have NO idea what I "really" want to do with my life. I'm aimless. If I were driven about being in publishing or working at the zoo or getting education credits to teach or going back to grad school, this system might be a waste of time. But I don't know what I want, and I need the time and the means to think about it and formulate a plan. Temp jobs are perfect for that. Once I start this job, I'll have three concrete local references to support me for any "real" job I seek and I'll hopefully have some money saved (I already do have a decent chunk in my savings account).
Please don't think that by applying to temp jobs I'm deliberately underachieving. I'm actually using the resources available to me in an optimal way.
I learned a ton of interesting stuff when I accompanied Mr. Jackson to the health & employment subcommittee of the SF Homeless Council. I'm going to try to make it into something cohesive and post it next.
Friday, April 02, 2004
A new addition: you can now search my blog using the Google search engine. I might take it away because it's kind a sore thumb, but let's leave it for now. If there's an old post you want to reread, trying searching! The cool thing about doing so is you can learn about relevant sites to that information -- for example, if you type in "sea lions," you get a couple listings inside my blog, but on the sidebar there's a link to the official website of the Pier 39 sea lions!
| Enneagram Test Results
Your Unconscious-Overall type is 2w1 |
Type / Focuses more on / Primary Behavior / Secondary Behavior
2w1 / attracting love / helpful/caretaking / perfectionism
9w1 / acquiring power + attracting love / calm and peacefulness / perfectionism
Introverted (I) 50.96% Extroverted (E) 49.04%
Intuitive (N) 56.63% Sensing (S) 43.37%
Feeling (F) 52.97% Thinking (T) 47.03%
Perceiving (P) 58.06% Judging (J) 41.94%
That's what INFP means, by the way. I took this test back in high school for a couple different leadership seminars. They say it can change over time; wish I knew what I was back then. Anyway, you should consider taking the test (see link below) for good insight into your own mind. It's very quick and simple. And you should tell me your results. ;)
Intuitive (N) 56.63% Sensing (S) 43.37%
Feeling (F) 52.97% Thinking (T) 47.03%
Perceiving (P) 58.06% Judging (J) 41.94%
That's what INFP means, by the way. I took this test back in high school for a couple different leadership seminars. They say it can change over time; wish I knew what I was back then. Anyway, you should consider taking the test (see link below) for good insight into your own mind. It's very quick and simple. And you should tell me your results. ;)
| INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population. |
personality tests by similarminds.com
Today has been a good day for spots. Street-cleaning is this morning from 8-11 on one side of Diamond Street, so I had to move my car. I took it around the block once; coming back down my stretch of the street, a woman parked on the Wednesday street-cleaning side was just leaving. Then on the MUNI (the underground subway that I take to work) I was standing on the side of the train whose doors open two stops after mine with a backpack (going to the gym with Leslie today) and a purse. I noticed as we approached the inopportune stop that the middle of the car was slightly clearer, so as the train pulled in I moved out of the way of the door -- just as one young man cleared his seat to get off at that stop. Excellent! Now, if only SFHP's "spot" would officially open...for those of you who don't know, I did officially apply on Tuesday for the position I'm temporarily filling in. The reason you haven't heard anything more is because I haven't either, but I'll be sure to let you know when I do!! In the meantime I'm staying cautiously optimistic...
One last quasi-lucky thing happened today. I've been stopping in at Harvest and Rowe all month -- you know, the (delicious organic) coffee joint (well, bakery/organic deli that serves coffee for $1 in the morning) one always stops at in the morning, where the Barrista you know best always pour the coffee as soon as you walk in, always leaves room for cream, and always asking how your night was? The woman behind the counter knew me on sight within three days. She had her arm in a sling from a broken collar bone, and I remember that day she could only lift it a couple inches from her side. Today, she could rotate the whole thing; it's been 6 weeks since her accident (if I recall correctly she was hit by a car). She warned me when she took a long weekend to Seattle so that I wouldn't wonder where she was. We talked about the civil disobedience on the anniversary of going to war with Iraq; we talked about good restaurants; sometimes we just talked about how tired we were. The end of last week and Monday of this one of the other bakers was tending the counter. Tuesday I had a free coupon to another shop; Wednesday I went back because they had great cinnamon buns; yesterday I was running late and didn't buy coffee at all. Today I walked in and there she was. She revealed a few things -- a) that she had been the manager this whole time -- who knew? She seemed not much older than me, not that that means much -- and b) that she was leaving for a different job, and today was her last day. I congratulated her and wished her good luck. The good luck to me was that I caught her on her last day.
And that, folks, was my first barrista relationship. I don't know that anyone can take her place...
One last quasi-lucky thing happened today. I've been stopping in at Harvest and Rowe all month -- you know, the (delicious organic) coffee joint (well, bakery/organic deli that serves coffee for $1 in the morning) one always stops at in the morning, where the Barrista you know best always pour the coffee as soon as you walk in, always leaves room for cream, and always asking how your night was? The woman behind the counter knew me on sight within three days. She had her arm in a sling from a broken collar bone, and I remember that day she could only lift it a couple inches from her side. Today, she could rotate the whole thing; it's been 6 weeks since her accident (if I recall correctly she was hit by a car). She warned me when she took a long weekend to Seattle so that I wouldn't wonder where she was. We talked about the civil disobedience on the anniversary of going to war with Iraq; we talked about good restaurants; sometimes we just talked about how tired we were. The end of last week and Monday of this one of the other bakers was tending the counter. Tuesday I had a free coupon to another shop; Wednesday I went back because they had great cinnamon buns; yesterday I was running late and didn't buy coffee at all. Today I walked in and there she was. She revealed a few things -- a) that she had been the manager this whole time -- who knew? She seemed not much older than me, not that that means much -- and b) that she was leaving for a different job, and today was her last day. I congratulated her and wished her good luck. The good luck to me was that I caught her on her last day.
And that, folks, was my first barrista relationship. I don't know that anyone can take her place...
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