Don't be a jerkass customer. Please.

[hauntedopera]

I got another card. This time it was from Nico, a tenor sax player whom I barely know. Funny, right? I'm pretty sure his mother made him send me a card, or something like that, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. And you know what? I even forgive him for putting an extra 'e' in my name.

Dear SuzieI am really sorry about your dad. I jsut

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[tralfamadore]

Oy. Oy, oy, oy. Reminds me of when I worked in a coffeeshop. Something about being a customer just seems to bring out the absolute worst in people. It was disgusting.

There was one night, though, where I really thought I was going to lose it completely. I went to the break room and cried before fixing myself back up and going out to face a long line of customers. I made one girl her drink, and she left only to return a couple minutes later. Oh god, I thought. What did I do wrong now? She just smiled at me, said, "I want you to know this drink is really good. Thank you," and left. And for a moment I was like, okay. Okay. I can do this!

I quit, though. They had me working 4:30 to 11:30 every night, and I was just exhausted. No time to do homework or anything. It was just... Ugh.

Stay strong! You're great!!!

Heh.

[hauntedopera]

Thanks. It's volunteer work, too. I just need to get 30 hours of it done. So far I have 6 at the Museum, and 3 at the band camp.

[anonymous]

i'm not sposed to be doing this so hold on
it's chelsea by the way
the address is:
chelsea pompadur
camp wa-klo
100 paige rd.
jaffrey, nh 03452

i miss you!!! i'll be home on friday/saturday... if you would like to go to abis or something productive like that.
xox
chelsea

[hauntedopera]

K. I'll call you or something.