Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

coffee shop

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I spent yesterday totally away from the computer, and it was agonizingly fun. First i managed to make it to the coffee shop at 6:30 to open with Sarah and Stephanie, who were delighted to have me on board. Opening the store was fun, because all of my afternoon customers were delighted to see me in the morning and all of the morning customers were amazed at the efficiency of this “new” employee. My downfall was that i only accumulated about 4 hours of sleep prior to my barrista performance, so by 11:00 i was so cross-eyed with drowsiness that i couldn’t even count out change correctly. Rather than head home to a well deserved nap afterwards, i was whisked away by mother dearest to go Christmas Tree shopping.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/12/1662437/

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Is there a good reason that my belly button smells of coffee? It’s not as though i was serving it shirtless today. Ack… the smell of that place makes me so queazy … all of the coffee and sweet and bleach seeps into my fingertips as i clean at the end of the day and when i get home i can still smell it even after scrubbing my hands for minutes at a time. Uck. When i used to work in a footwear store the scent of rubber made me nauseous as well. I never got sick from the scents of being a camp counselor though; even the goose poop gets charming after a while when the sun is shining.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/12/1644021/

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Working at the Coffee Shop is like acting on a teevee show in six-hour increments. While i’m behind the counter all of the problems of school and friends slip away so that all that’s left is the idle banter between myself and my coworkers and customers. In fact, we refer to certain combination of people behind the counter as their own sort of show… Josh and I are the Josh and Pedro Show while Sara and I are some sort of manic comedy act unleashed upon the poor unsuspecting business world. While there, small flirtations i made while away from the shop turn into full-blown plot elements so much that they bare no relationship to my actually life and instead seem like some sort of soap-opera script. And all of the problems i encounter at the shop? They fade away by the time i step onto the magical trolley that transports me back into the rest of my life. And here i am.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1519154/

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It feels good to have people digging through my past at 4am in the morning… it gives me a sort of addictive quality where i hold sway over sleepy people who should be hard at work. And my pen has been burning to write lately as well. Oh well, i’m verging on late for the shop. I shouldn’t complain; today i get to pick all five discs in the changer. Oh, the power!

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1514364/

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Finally…. finally, an attractive gay man flirted with me at work today. I was starting to think i ranked very low on the gaydar, or whatever it is. A gay friend tells me it’s found behind the spleen. Meanwhile, have you noticed that i hardly even whine about the fact that i register at all? Yep, i’m pretty much resigned to a life of having men hit on me, 1 in 10 of which won’t make me wanna run away in fear. Cause, i can only make pleasant non-flirting conversation with an ugly person for so long, you know.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1498426/