cafe life

Second day working in a little village cafe. My long time hearts desire and today I was baptised by fire. Karma for all those times I ordered coffee and cursed the inefficiency of delayed arrival. Every seat was full, everybody was ordering sandwiches and soup and coffee, paper orders were falling off the end of the counter. Meanwhile moi, was on the the till for the first time with no idea what button to push and no idea what anything cost. I could feel the eyes rolling back into the heads of nice people.  I have also discovered a curious thing about me and coffee.  I can't for the life of me make the perfect cappuccino. There is a way of frothing milk so that the entire jug turns into a rich creamy consistancy and even though I valiantly watch the girls with all their little techniques and try to mimic events unfolding my milk is not frothing. I almost feel as if I'm about to have a panic attack gazing in at the milk, longing for froth I can feel the fear grip my heart.  I think I'm going to have to start talking to the milk.