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Late Night Happenings at the Coffeehouse 1

I’m a night manager at a university coffeehouse, there are bound to be a few things happen that are not very normal. The reason I tell you this is to let you know that there might be a few posts like this every now and again.

One of the most common conversations we have are about how rude people can be. You would be surprised how rude people can be at all hours of the day and night. For example, I was once called a bad person because I would give someone a free drink and no I’m not kidding. When he called me that, I literally laughed out loud, I was a bad person for doing my job…how cruel can I be??

Anyway, one of the best things about this job is the people I work with. They are all different and unique in their own way, but that’s what makes them amazing people. Last night I had the opportunity to work with one of my favorites, Liz, or as I call her Little Liz. She is the sweetest girl with the cutest face and she has a tiny frame, but she is full of love and creativity. She talked to me last night because she wasn’t sure if she wanted to change her major to art. I told her she would be crazy to not do it.

We then started to talk about my new revolution (see previous posts) about my creativity and she encouraged me to go for it, just like I am encouraging her to change her major and follow her heart.

The best thing to happen all night though was that people stopped coming into the coffeehouse around 11:30pm, this is a bitter-sweet thing because we obviously have to clean for the morning, but it doesn’t take a hour and a half (we close at 1:00am). So we basically cleaned the entire shop and the wiped everything again. That made me feel better because when the coffeehouse is super dirty, it stresses me out.

It was a boring night, but it was a fun boring. We reconnected as employees and we cleaned the whole shop and we were able to leave pretty early, which is always a good thing, but we were all satisfied with our fine work.

You really never know what kind of night it will be at the coffeehouse.

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