I love working in a coffee shop.
First off, you're sure to have a good day after so many customers wish it on you!
Secondly, you get paid to make friends! I started this job as a senior in high school (I'm now a senior in college!). There are people that came in on my first day of work who were introduced to me as "The Regulars." They are still coming in every.single.day. You get to know them after a while. When I was out of the country for 5 months, I sent notes to The Regulars to stay in touch. It's so cool that these guys leave for work early enough that they can sit down together and hang out for half an hour. What an awesome way to start each day! It's a neat parallel to getting up early to hang out with Jesus at the start of the day.
Thirdly, I get to put my counseling classes to use. I think cosmetologists/hair stylists, baristas, and bar tenders should all take some basic counseling classes because you're likely to have at least one person per day try to spill their guts to you. You're a captive audience and much cheaper than a therapist! There's a customer who's been in a few times now that found out I'm a psych/counseling major and decided to make use of me. Apparently his girlfriend is OCD and annoys him to death...
Fourthly, it never gets dull. Something interesting is bound to happen. An adorable child will dump his mother's smoothie all over the floor, you'll have to kick out a group of punks who are trashing the dining room, an older man will ask you to go on a boat cruise with him (so creepy!), etc. I watched a guy get dumped right in the coffee shop one morning. Then I got to watch a new relationship unfold and hear about his plans to ask her to marry him (she said yes). One day a lady came in and told me that they guy behind her was following her and I needed to kick him out as soon as he walked in. I wasn't confident in my authority to do that so I handed her the phone and told her to call the police. She did. Speaking of police, there used to be an officer that would stop in to chat with the regulars. One day we got a display of his tazer gun - he didn't use it on anyone, don't worry. You never know what will happen in a day's work.
First off, you're sure to have a good day after so many customers wish it on you!
Secondly, you get paid to make friends! I started this job as a senior in high school (I'm now a senior in college!). There are people that came in on my first day of work who were introduced to me as "The Regulars." They are still coming in every.single.day. You get to know them after a while. When I was out of the country for 5 months, I sent notes to The Regulars to stay in touch. It's so cool that these guys leave for work early enough that they can sit down together and hang out for half an hour. What an awesome way to start each day! It's a neat parallel to getting up early to hang out with Jesus at the start of the day.
Thirdly, I get to put my counseling classes to use. I think cosmetologists/hair stylists, baristas, and bar tenders should all take some basic counseling classes because you're likely to have at least one person per day try to spill their guts to you. You're a captive audience and much cheaper than a therapist! There's a customer who's been in a few times now that found out I'm a psych/counseling major and decided to make use of me. Apparently his girlfriend is OCD and annoys him to death...
Fourthly, it never gets dull. Something interesting is bound to happen. An adorable child will dump his mother's smoothie all over the floor, you'll have to kick out a group of punks who are trashing the dining room, an older man will ask you to go on a boat cruise with him (so creepy!), etc. I watched a guy get dumped right in the coffee shop one morning. Then I got to watch a new relationship unfold and hear about his plans to ask her to marry him (she said yes). One day a lady came in and told me that they guy behind her was following her and I needed to kick him out as soon as he walked in. I wasn't confident in my authority to do that so I handed her the phone and told her to call the police. She did. Speaking of police, there used to be an officer that would stop in to chat with the regulars. One day we got a display of his tazer gun - he didn't use it on anyone, don't worry. You never know what will happen in a day's work.
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