I have always had a dream of being a barista. I know it probably sounds ridiculous, but there is something so wondrous about the entire Barista-identity.
They have this ability to make magic in a cup. And no matter what you may think, their work is an art form. I spend an unhealthy amount of time at a Starbucks near my university: reading, studying, blogging...and of course, drinking marvelous coffee creations.
Upon entering the location one cloudy afternoon, I noticed a Help-Wanted sign posted on the counter. I considered it, even tweaked my resume to make it more Barista applicable. But, fearful of the outrageous morning hours (I am anything but a morning person) I never got around to submitting my resume.
And thank god.
After watching this weeks Grey's Anatomy, I have realized that the job entails a lot more than it appears to on the surface. In addition to the talent one requires and the happy-go-lucky-over-energetic personality that they must also possess, the job poses a severe DANGER!
Besides the normal medical banter, and the ever consuming relationship drama, this week's Grey's invovles the explosion of an expresso machine, landing the Barista and one devoted customer in the ER. Scary if you think about how long you sometimes wait at the counter, situated right beside expresso machines...
It seems that these Barista who we often over look each morning are (dare I say) a form of hero. Not only do they risk their lives serving coffee to tired, often irritable customers who could attack at any moment, they stand very close to what can only be explained as "deathly" machines that have the ability to either make expresso...or explode.
xx*courtney.
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