I thought I could be barista, that dream flew out the window, they coffee hardcore here. But my boss is teaching me slowly, day by day. The staff I work with are all very cool... excuse me, hip. I'm living in the pit of hip here in Newtown. Where I can't tell the homeless from the hipsters and everyone has a turntable.
The mornings start off inspired and excited. The evenings go back in to looking at the next flights home and applying for big girl jobs in Chicago. My theory was right: 1st month = everything is new and exciting, 2nd month = pushing through being homesick and settling in, #rd month = deciding if I want to stay.
I guess I will take it pay day to pay day. Then I can always go to Thailand the next day.
That's my life right now.
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