I didn't know how to make coffee. I was thinking about this funny and interesting fact as I was making coffee 2 mornings ago.
I remember I was working at a fast-food restaurant and working at the register. Someone asked for coffee, and I had to make it, but I didn't know how. I realized I wasn't taught how or it just was supposed to know how. I don't remember how long that man had to wait for his coffee, until perhaps someone else made it for him. It was awkward, it was cringe worthy, and like the job itself, it felt hard and unnatural for me in an endless noisy, busy, and crowded environment.
Funny enough, I came back to that same workplace 2 evening s ago (the same day I was thinking about that coffee story) for a young adult social. I hadn't stepped into that place since I worked there, a little over 9 years ago! Of course, all the memories flooded back, but mostly remembering being the one on the other side of the counter taking orders and preparing drive-thru drinks.
The true desires of my heart to work with students was present during those busy and anxiety inducing work shifts, but I learned so much about myself, and challenged myself in ways I wouldn't expect, that still come back to me all these years later, while enjoying a burger and some fries. :)
I remember that time of you working there and how unnatural it felt. I’m sure it was so interesting to step into that place again after 9 years - and remembering that unique experience! It’s cool you did it sis, and can always say you worked there :)
ReplyDeleteThanks sis!! Yes, those memories were so strong entering back, but rewarding looking back on it.
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