Monday, March 19, 2012
"Ooooh, What's That?"
Gender-neutral nouns, I'm a barista. I work at a coffee shop, and I make people drinks, and it's an okay job, I guess. My biggest problem with it is that I don't have much opportunity to be creative in it. Perhaps that should be rephrased: I'm too lazy to be creative in it.
I can be creative, I suppose. I can pay attention to my banter at the counter, for instance. I can figure out if the "LOL @ THIS WETHER" gambit works better than "HOWZ UR DAY GOIN?" gambit by comparing tip totals on different days. I can keep struggling fruitlessly at creating even halfway-decent latte art. I can try to come up with more labor- or cost-saving methods to run the shop.
Or I can try to create new drinks.
I've tried, you know. I've tried coming up with new flavor combinations. I even tried steaming espresso shots in milk. (It turned out to be terrible.) I've tried this, and that, and the other, and then I've forgotten that I tried this already, so I try it again, and then I remember that I already tried it and it wasn't that great.
I think my problem is that I'm infatuated with newness rather than quality. The quality I'm aiming for is not deliciousness but newness. I want to come up with something nobody's ever tried before.
And if it tastes bad...well, that just pushes me more precipitously toward my next essay.
I've become addicted to the open-ended question "ooooh, what's that?"
Maybe I should try writing sonnets on paper cups. That should exhaust some of this excess creativity roiling about inside of me.
Long live juices, creative or otherwise.
EDIT: Speaking of creative juices, check this out.
GAWSH I love independence.