Blog 42

I never thought my teenage job would influence my life to such an extreme. Because of this job, I am now a caffeine freak. And by caffeine freak, I mean a person who wakes up, drinks a cup of coffee, goes to class, grabs another cup, studies for a couple hours, and finally orders a doppio espresso. Let me tell you this: caffeine is not supposed to be a major part of your diet. However, I love my job. I am a barista at a Dayton area’s gourmet coffee shop, Boston Stoker. Since the company is small, most of the workers know each other. There are only ten locations, with two being in the Dayton Airport. I love my caffeine freak family because we are all a bunch of crazy people, thrown into a shop with an unlimited amount of caffeine. It gets pretty interesting. On my “last” day of work (before I left for college), my boss chased me down the store spraying whip cream at me. I also love the owner of the store, Don Dean. His is the definition of the coolest older man ever. You’ll see him walk in and put up a sign that says “Hippies always welcome” or give you gift cards to restaurants for the holidays. Another thing I love about this job is my regulars. Since we have a Winan’s and a Starbucks in the same town (my town is small), a lot of people would go there rather than our coffee shop, but there are many people that I have had multiple long conversations with after my shift because they’re such dedicated customers. Some of my favorites are the cops. The cops always come in pairs, and always have hilarious stories to tell from their shifts. Since my father works for the city, I’ll tell him to yell at the cops for picking on me (just to mess with them). I love my job…I should be able to even call it that. I would consider it messing around for money.