The Trash Can Game and The Magic Exploding Latte...

So you know how in my last post I mentioned that ‘I love my job but I really wanted to be trained to be a barista?

Well…..today I was trained as a barista.

Coolest. Thing. EVER.                                                                          

Yeah, I can make lattes and caramel macchiatos and stuff. And I got to smell coffee ALL DAY. Not so say that I was inhaling espresso or anything, it was just the coffee smell in the air, you know?

I always looked at baristas in awe, like they had some amazing talent that I could never in my wildest dreams posses. Like, they were in touch with coffee. It spoke to them. And it does speak to us. We are in touch with it. And it does take talent and by gosh I do posses it! (Victory dance)

Anyhow, the first order of the day was just a plain latte. Simple. I was so excited. My heart pounded within me as my coworker, Natasha, lead me over to the espresso machine and showed me what to do. On the next order, she had me make the latte. So I made the espresso, and then I started to steam the milk. Before I knew what happened, the steaming hot milk exploded all over everything including me and Natasha. It was SO embarrassing. And so funny. I have this strange tendency to laugh at myself when I do something really stupid. What else can you do? Everyone else is laughing at you, so you might as well laugh too because getting mad is getting nowhere. Like earlier this week at youth group we played this game where we all stood in a circle and held hands and sang Kumbaya there was a trash can in the middle. The goal was this: we all had to try to pull other people into or over the trash can. Now, keep in mind I had a little summer dress on therefore I wasn’t too thrilled about this game and figured that being the absolute klutz that I am, I’d probably fall over…in my dress…awwwwwwkwarrrdddd. Nevertheless, I forced myself to stay in. I tried to think optimistic thoughts. So as I stood hand in hand with the two guys beside me, ShinDong (who makes really legit origami frogs) and Jake (the next American Idol) my optimistic thoughts began to fade. I almost wished that I was in between two girls because, let’s face it, we girls are dumb and not competitive and lose just so we don’t have to play (okay, not all girls, but a lot). However, it was too late to take such action and so I stuck it out. I’m pretty sure that Jake and ShinDong were thinking the exact opposite thing during this game because they kept running in the opposite direction and therefore I was being pulled left and right. Yet somehow, I managed to stay in and in the end it was just me and ShinDong left. Then we played another round and it had the same ending, which I thought was hysterical considering that I’m the least athletic person ever. So anyways, it was: Me. The Boy. And the trash can.

I was dead meat.

I looked up at ShinDong standing across from me; I was probably squeezing the life out of his hands, as I mouthed “Please don’t make me fall….please”. So then our youth leader, Matt (…his middle name is awesome…), started counting to three, I braced myself. On three Matt ran up and pushed ShinDong, thinking that maybe it’d spare me the humiliation of falling (my guess), but somehow (I have NO IDEA how since I didn’t see it coming) I toppled over. Or more like, I flew backwards and tried to land somewhat gracefully.

My first thought was, “Oh my gosh this is awful. How embarrassing.”

My second thought was, “….It happens…now laugh before they realize how embarrassed you are!!!”

So I laughed.

Sorry, that was a really long rabbit trail.

Anyways, back to the coffee. Or milk rather. It flew everywhere and all the old guys at the coffee bar were cracking up. So I cracked up with them and grabbed a rag and started to clean up. Thankfully this was my only major mishap of the day. Everything else went pretty smooth and I love my job even more. Even though I had to wake up at 4:30am to get to work on time, it was worth it.

Oh and another thing, my co-workers and my boss, are amazing! I feel so blessed to once again be working amongst super nice, funny people.

Tomorrow I work again, being St. Patty’s Day (and being like, 1/16^th Irish myself) I have to find something green to wear. I hope we don’t sell green bagels…