I work in the cafe at Barnes & Noble. Most of the time, work is pretty regular and uneventful. Then sometimes, I have nights like tonight.....

4:00--Arrive at work
--We're really slow, so my fellow co-workers and I stand around for awhile and talk.
--Mr. Alouise comes in and I vent to him about my terrible online history class.
--Heather comes in and I make her a drink.
--Two of my fellow co-workers (who weren't working tonight) are sitting in the cafe, knitting. They decide to remove yarn from a skein and roll it into a ball instead. A GIANT knotted mess of yarn is created. Since there's nothing else to do, the other barista and I decide to help them untangle it. So, four B&N employees are spread out across the cafe, with clumps of knotted yarn between them, laughing hysterically and hoping we don't break anything.
--During this time, two of our regular customers walk in, shake their heads, chuckle and walk away. haha.
--The second regular returns and I spend about 15 minutes at the counter with her--attempting to make a drink the exact way she wants it. She changes her mind multiple times and I throw away one attempt before the second one is perfect.
--A random customer orders an extra dry cappuccino and compliments me on making it well (if you know anything about coffee, this is a great feat.) This just about makes my day.
--While sweeping the floor, I overhear a middle aged woman say to her two friends: "This guy I was dating, who was ten years younger than me, still lived with his parents. But, he had a Porsche." I find this highly amusing and giggle to myself.
--The regular customer (mentioned above,) who walked away, came back and while I was making his drink asks: "So, did Chandler's eye fall out?" (Chandler = another barista who recently cut her cornea with her contact lens.)
--Cleaning....stocking....more cleaning....mopping....
--Done with everything by 10:08 (8 minutes after the store closes)....22 minutes early. I punch out at 10:11 and head home.

I enjoy my job.

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