I need to come up with a good time to write here. Writing at the cafe doesn't work. I need to keep my train of thought. evenings Is J time. I'm thinking mornings while I eat my oats.
I had to reprimand a girl yesterday. I was a little worried. I hate that kind of stuff. But she took it well. She's 18, and this is her first job. Kinda...ditzy. It's amazing what no life experience is like! Flower (the co-habitant of the cafe space, who runs a florist shop, and who ran the cafe before we took over) says she'll do anything you ask. 18 asks a lot of questions. Why is it done this way? Why can't I have people in the cafe when it's closed? Poor girl is pretty clueless, but the fact she asks questions (I hope means) she is learning.
The job overall is a good one. I feel like it's below where I should be in life, or maybe I feel that pressure from others, but hell, I'm a manager at least. One of my dreams is to own a cafe, so this is one step closer to knowing how. Maybe it feels like a step back because I've been doing cafe stuff so long.
I've also been feeling somewhat Manic. I get to worrying that I'm going to crash. I'm trying to remember to just be with the high, and not anticipate a fall.
The past few weekends I've seen friends a lot. That certainly helps. Thems good people.