FV Iced Extra Extra

I’ve been here three weeks, and I have managed to accomplish a pretty good amount. They say that you should remind of yourself of the good things- you know, to make sure you don’t get lost in the depressing nature of the world today. SO.
In these last three weeks, I’ve managed to get settled, found a car, found a job, and have gone on two dates. That is not normal for me… so that is a big deal, ok?!
I am coffee connoisseur. I make them just the way you like it… at Dunkin Donuts. (At 25!? Yep. Surprisingly to me, most of my workers are around my age. Hmm. Judge not. Hokay.)
If you know me at all, (which only a few of you do…) I love love love Dunkin Donuts coffee.  So in a small way I am happy to work there. The fact that I get a free coffee at work, just adds to the pot. That and I get tips. Yes!

It’s been difficult.  I had forgotten what is involved with working with the public. I have to get in the swing of things.  I’ve been the coffee runner, I mean maker, for the last two days.  I feel as though I have a hand on it.  Well I did until I took creamer out of the fridge and it was leaking out EVERY where… on me, under me, on the counter. I freaked, and threw it in the garbage, which I guess isn’t right?! She digs back in there, amongst the coffee grounds and sugar packets and grabs it out. As I sit in a stasis of what the fuck just happened?! What I do. Did I mention this was at a RUSH! So the employess were running around with their heads cut off. And there was little ol’ me trying to figure out what the fuck to do after the creamer exploded on me.  What happened next? Cup shoved in my hand, and back on the track I went. Only a few more mistakes and spillage of coffee on my NEW WHITE SNEAKERS happened in the rest of the afternoon.

I go in again tonight- I’m braced for whatever may happen. I’ve only worked mid mornings for the past couple of days. And I’m on tonight with Darlene, the boss which I can’t quite place yet personality wise, alone. Breathe in, breathe out.
Not going to lie though, the amount of eye candy that comes in on the daily is eh, but when they come through, their presence is worth the wait. Meow. Men in suits… and construction workers.
Ok, have to leave to get on this budget ordeal. Why must keeping tabs on money be so time consuming? Personal assistants needed all around.
Here’s my ad.
Wanted: Personal assistant to help get life in order.
I can pay in rice pudding, awkward laughs, and hugging. Maybe the occasional free coffee.
Must be tall, dark, handsome and wear a loin cloth.
I think I’ll be getting lots of responses.