There are so many things I love about working at a coffee shop.
First I love the coffee. I love the art of making a beautiful drink that will satisfy an unknown person’s craving for something sweet, bold, and delicious. I love steaming the milk and topping with foam. I love drizzling the cup and perfecting it with whipped cream.
Second I love the atmosphere. I love when it feels calm and there’s a peace that fills the shop. This peace is brought by friends that have come to enjoy each others company over coffee & a chololate croissant, or the lonely student plugging away at their biology homework. I also love when it feels crazy, when each table is occupied with the locals or the visitors that just happened upon this happy corner coffee shop.
Lastly, and most of all, I love the people. I love the people behind the counter and the ones in front, the ones I work with and work for. I love how making and serving coffee with others creates a special bond and makes special friendships. I love interacting with people I don’t know and making friends with strangers.
I’ve learned A LOT about people in just this short time of working here. I’ve learned that people are lonely and longing for depth in relationships. I’ve learned that people want to be cared for and valued and will receive that through a latte and a genuine smile. I’ve learned that people are WEIRD [I don’t disclude myself in this] and have lots of crazy corks and differences. I’ve learned that everyone has a story, and one simple tiny interaction with them gives not even the slightest insight into who they are or what they have been through.