I am going to toot my own horn for a moment (momism). While I may have a few fatal flaws (like any good character does) namely, my tendency to be 15 minutes late for everything in life (which I am well aware of and here's hoping on the way to recovery from), I have passion for whatever I do. And if I am doing something without passion, whether it be coffee, dancing, worship, photography, or writing a blog, I throw myself into it until the passion fills me.
Today, I was passionate about the coffee. I dialed in the 'spro this morning and there was this need in me to make it the best I knew how. I may not be as adept as some of the talent working behind the counters of Phil & Sebastian, but I am quite determined to join the ranks of the espresso elite. So, I tasted, and spat, and tasted and spat, and tasted some more, and spat some more, until (with a bit of help from the guys, Ben and Jason) I was ready to take on what was sure to be the busiest morning I had ever worked at the shop. (Which indeed, it was, by the way.) And the espresso? Not by any means did I pull a god-shot (what is a god-shot though, really?) but I did manage to pull a few very decent shots, and even surprise myself.
So I write tonight, even more impassioned by what coffee can be, and a little more knowledgeable, and a little more caffeine-crazy (or "clinically insane" as one barista I know would say you have to be to be a barista).
I will take my camera along with me to work soon and try and capture the "magic" (hint of sarcasm there) of being a barista, but mostly just to snap of few of the amazing latte art that is thrown down.
Battle Wound Tally
Punctures from the chit spike: 3+
Tricep muscle cramp: 1
Hand cramp: 2
Anonymous scratches: 3
Cheese-filled jokes heard: Innumerable
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