today I got certified as a barista. it was a week of the most instense, frustrating, overwhelming training I’ve ever gone through.
I realized it had a lot to do with me not being used to being stupid. of course I do stupid things, I experience blonde moments pretty frequently. in the job realm though, I’m used to going in and being the superstar new kid and just busting everything out. this was not the case here. there is so much information you have to remember and it honestly only gets easier with practice.
a lot of the people that trained me were fantastic. kind, patient, more than willing to help. but I could sense frustration in a lot of people and it ended up really getting to me. I understand that I’m in the middle/end of a long line of trainees, but getting mad at me for things I couldn’t possibly have known is very unfair.
but today was a great day, I got certified, one of my favorite supervisors told me that another boy and i were the most advanced baristas that she’s ever trained. and I got a little “thanks” card from another boy that’s training to be a supervisor. so that was fanastic. I want to bake them cookies. but that would be mean to deny all the people that weren’t as nice as they were.
but come into my store and I’ll make you the best drink ever. and if you order it without any modifications I’ll kiss you on the mouth.