Yehey!
I made my first drink!
Well, technically, I had been making drinks yesterday... but I made myself a drink during my break.
My favorite drink Tall Caramel Macchiato.
and I can make Joe's utterly confusing almost tongue-twisting Venti Quad White Mocha Whole Milk Stirred Iced Caramel Macchiato.
apart from that, I'm really exhausted but feeling much better about myself and I smell like coffee. I guess that goes with the job description. ;-)
My blog would be a better place...
if this layout that I'm using right now has an xml version.
my eyes are bloody tired from editing this layout.
Day Three
My feet are sore from standing at work and from standing on my toes. Let me explain, I finally know how to grind a whole bean coffee without any goosebumps at the sight of the grinder. The only catch is, I'm too "petite". I have to stand on my toes while pouring the beans in the grinder and while I'm trying to put them in the coffee filter.
Anyway, today was crazy. At least for a newbie like me.
I had the deer in the headlight look when my learning coach, Christine told me to grind the coffee beans by myself while she observes if I'm doing it right. Thank God, I didn't screw up. (yet)
More of the deer in the headlight look when the "rush" came. Meaning, people lining up to get their coffee. Lots of people. Some are very patient and some are not. I'm telling you, Christine is awesome, she's my hero. Not a look of panic on her face.
And I tried the best that I can to help without losing my marbles. I took an order from a dear old guy, he wanted a Grande Latte and another Grande Sugar Free Vanilla Latte. I was desperate to remember his order and thankfully, I did. It sounds so easy and stupid, but I'm telling you, it's the nerves.
I ground and brewed my first coffee today, for the first time in my entire life and boy was I amazed that there's such thing called an Espresso shot, I thought they only exist in Tequilas.
Anyway, I feel good about seeing what it's like when there's a rush because it's a reality check of my capacity. I think I can do it. Save for the recipes and how many squirts of syrup to put on what order, I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
They said I did good, I say I can probably do better the next time.
and next time starts in about 4 and a half hours.
damn!
See, I've been hooked(that's an understatement) addicted to Law and Order: SVU. It's been more than a year since I've been watching the show. When I was in Washington, I'd catch it via USA channel, they'd have marathon episodes on the weekends and I never missed a single episode.
Netflix is a blessing, they have it in their instant shows, so I could watch it anytime and ALL the time.
I love the flow of the story, how realistic the story line is. It also educates me more about the laws and constitution of the United States.
And I got smitten by this cute Asian-American guy who plays a soft-spoken FBI agent who is also a psychiatrist, Dr. George Huang, played by a Tony award winner actor B.D. Wong.
Daunted
It's my second day in training. Pretty much neat. My coach, Joe, is very friendly, helps me out and is so nice.
Things were pretty fine when I was reading my manuals and trying to digest the information.
Then I moved to the computer for the POS training. (Point of Sale also known as the computerized cash register) =p
It was pretty easy at first. Navigating my way and trying to make sense of the abbreviated menus.
The total head spinning moment happened during the simulation where a customer comes in with lots of coffees to order and how to ring it up.
Grande-Tall-Venti-Double-Shot-Frappuccin
I miss my baby
Good times
As I was updating my multiply account a constant smile was plastered on my face (and even some slight giggle) as every photo reminds me of its story. How it was taken, when it was taken, who was I with and even, who took it.
It seems like every photograph has its story with some sacred bond that only me and the photos could ever take its depth.
I was looking at my photos from Bohol, those ones where we climb some of the mountains where Francisco Dagohoy hid during his rebellion. Every sweat and every pant seemed like it was yesterday. Heck, I could still remember what Ikoi and I had talked on the phone the moment I reached on the peak of the mountain.
In my Leyte photos, I could still hear my cousins laughter. Calling my name on almost every move. How sumptuous the meal we had. How amazing Yabyab is. And how late we stayed up in an internet cafe at Maasin just to go online.
I checked out Au's photos from her Multiply as well, oh the fun memories that we had. I was laughing while reminiscing. Took some of her photos and uploaded it on mine, with her permission, of course. Singapore and Malaysia memories with her is one of the highlights of my trip. I've came to know one amazing woman. So talented, so brilliant, yet so humble. I can't wait for more blessings in her life to unfold.
My photos with Ikoi just makes me smile more. He has become one of my closest friend. I've known him since college but never really get to know him as a person until my recent trip home. What a patient guy. Very kind hearted. Easy to get along with. He'll go a long way when he learns to believe in his self more. I miss this guy. I pray he'll find his true love. :) He deserves all the love in the world.
Then there's the photos of me and my friends from high school. I keep thanking God for blessing me with wonderful friends like them. More than a decade and we're still together. Some are married, some are still not, some have jobs, others are just being lazy bums (like me). hahaha.
What touches my heart the most is the photos I have with my family. My Mom, Dad and my Bro. After having been in the US for 3 years and my bro has been traveling all over the globe, as his work requires him to do so, I know what a blessing it is for us to be reunited for the Holidays. We went to several places, visited family, had fun together.
It's like being HOME to the truest sense of the word.
I really thank God for the brilliance and invention of digital cameras and photographs. They freeze memories that you'd want to keep forever. Photographs are a constant reminder that even though life sucks sometimes, it's still worth it.
Rachel.
is my new name. I like it.
it's a long story on how it come to be.
let's just say it's somewhere in between witness protection program and tax purposes.
haha. kidding.
but yeah, it's Rachel now.
Cravings
I have come to realize that most of the time, when I'm upset or emotionally drained, all I want to do is eat. And because of this, I'm experiencing a bitter fruit of my depression years back.
I just got through an emotional upset that really shook my world. I haven't eaten anything thing the entire day because my brain is still trying to digest what happened and what went wrong.
Right now, I want to eat. Hotdogs. Cheese. Nuggets. Fries. Hash browns. Ice cream.
I bet I'm making you hungry as well.
Why don't you join me? ;)
hypocrites
There's this guy who perfectly makes the word "hypocrite" come alive. Let's call him Joe.
See, in a nutshell, he's just a typical guy with a typical life but a really untypical screwed up way of seeing things.
I can justify that by saying that he hates oranges but drinks an orange juice like a fish.
Oh, how much I hate this guy right now.
