Sometimes they just be looking kissable

I genuinely enjoyed barista work but the environment was hostile even for a small business. I fear so hardly that one day my business will end up like that and I would crumble knowing anyone left my store in such tremors. Sorry for the long thought just something on my mind, enjoy some barista pics

My last day came quicker than I intended and I couldn’t process it. It was fast as I still had another job and holidays to prepare for. I wish I didn’t have to leave on negative terms even though they don’t know that but it eats me to know I won’t get those people again and talk to them

Or the one who gets exactly 3 pumps of vanilla breve styled. Or even the sweet old man who comes to ask us how are days were and how he missed his late wife so much. I started realizing I may never see these people again because I one don’t ever want to step back or to drink coffee bc I hate it

That was until I found out the foul things he said behind my back which furthered me to leave this place behind. But I didn’t expect it to be so hard. I started having to say goodbye to my regulars, the ones I’ve seen in all circles of life and day or night. The one who gets just a splash of oatmilk

I couldn’t handle it after being questions about my mothers health especially AFTER a surgery to hopefully get rid off the cancer growing inside her. So I took the initiative to put my two weeks in. We have a fantastic talk and explain how change is inevitable and we are supposed to grow….

My boss changed, they became ignorant and uncaring for the days off I would rarely need or emergency wise couldn’t come in. I notice the switch and work became miserable because calling off for legitimate reasons would call in negative and disgusting behavior from them.

And overtime I figured what I wanted to do and go to college. I figured I loved making door for others and just making a bunch of random but great meals especially ramen. I then proceeded my goal to do that when I took less hours at this job. Which was fine until I came back on a medical leave bc—

For context I became a barista in a very hard part of my life where I just was getting into a recovering phase after a drunk driving incident (I was not the DD) I couldn’t lift much nor perform much activities but my boss gave me an opportunity I needed. I’ve grown there to learn and hate the world