Despite the long nights and aching feet, I find that I’m generally in a better mood at the end of my shift than I was at the start of it. That seems like a good sign. Also a good sign? The fact that there are usually several employees around who have the night off, but who stopped by just to hang out. It’s work and there are some things about it that are annoying, but as jobs go, it isn’t half bad.
One funny thing is that I’ve had this conversation with several coworkers:
Coworker. So, are you a student, Laurie?
Me. Nope, I already graduated.
Coworker. Cool, so do you work?
Me. What do you mean? I work here.
Coworker. No, I mean, what do you do?
Part of the impetus for getting this job (in addition to, you know, paying rent eventually) was to have an answer for this question. Apparently, I still don’t have an adequate answer.
My coworker Caitlin said to me yesterday: “Cool! So, you’re just hanging out in Madison right now, while you’re between things?”
What is this ‘between things’? I mean, I know what she means, obviously, and the answer is yes. But isn’t this what life is? Hanging out? Earning your keep? Being between things? What else am I supposed to be doing?
That said, I dig this job a lot. Pulling espresso shots is mildly addictive (frothing milk is, um, not) and I think I’d underestimated how much I missed working with people.
photo courtesy of Erin Meister
I particularly enjoy closing, which I do almost every night– I like spending quiet time with the dishwasher and the mop and I like my long, quiet walks home with the fireflies and the stars overhead.
I also feel like I’m getting back in touch with Madison a bit, although it’s a different, quieter sort of love. I used to feel a kind of puppy-love infatuation; I used to be giddy about this town.
Now, I’m just thankful for it.
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