Things are getting better. For a while nothing good not bad seemed to be happening in my circle of being. Just the same ol’ routine. Then the bad things rolled in:
My older sister and brother-in-law filed for divorce, a friend is in the same boat with his wife, Divo joined me at my workplace only to quit due to poor management, I was in line to be trained as a manager but was passed over, my grandfather passed away, and a friend moved in and has been without a job for over a month. We’ve been stressed due to that.
It changed this past week. I had put in an application a month ago at a rehabilitation center to work in their kitchen. I pretty much forgot about it until I received a call about setting up an interview. I accepted it. The chance to eventually leave my current place of employment was nice. The job, while it paid more, was part time. I took the interview anyway.
On the way to the rehab center a van was following me. I was a little nervous but that’s how I am. I turned, they didn’t. I glanced in the mirror and saw a flash of an image. A man with long hair, a large aged hat to hide a portion of his face, and a staff in one hand.
All I could think of was Odin I took it as a good omen. The interview went well and I placed an offering on the later in thanks and in hopes things would go my way.
I got the job.
I start this afternoon.
Maybe, just maybe, we can breath a little easier.
So here I am, 100 miles away from home. Grendal has a panel interview with a railway company and I have no clue how to kill time. We left home early, had a quick breakfast and no coffee. So as he goes off to wait, I need to entertain myself. Without pause I grab a book (The Backyard Homestead) and my kindle then head to the one place I know that I can bum around in: Starbucks.
I’ve worked for the company before, leaving 4 months shy of 2 years. I learned much of my coffee knowledge from them. Hell, I never drank coffee before working there. I perfected my cappuccino game there and learned to love lemonade and tea mixes. The customers were okay and there were only a few coworkers that were worth the time. Once I left I really didn’t go back or miss the place.
Except for your free pound of coffee a week. That was nice.
So I get myself a small(no, I am not doing the lingo) vanilla soy latte. A little over 4$ here. There was something is that screamed. Maybe it even died. Why? The same item at the coffee shop I work in, it’s half the price. Not to mention it tastes better. No, I’m not harping on Starbucks because it is a previous employer and I am disgruntled. Far from it. They got me into coffee. I do know a fine cup of coffee when I taste one, though.
(I tried inserting a video from Twin Peaks here but my kindle said no)
The latte was subpar. Whether it was due to the barista or just the product is debatable. It has been YEARS since I’ve been to a Starbucks so I don’t know if this is the norm. All I know is that I can make a better drink than this.
Now I have to hope that I don’t get the stink eye from Divo.
I had to tell him. He would find out eventually.
Warm weather is trying to creep back in after the odd April snow we had two days ago. Customers at the shop are getting into the warm weather spirit too and are asking/requesting iced drinks. We have that. We can make iced teas, iced coffees, iced lattes, smoothies, and stuff like that. The one thing we were ready for were these bad boys:
I only drink the blood of my enemies….the bubbly, bubbly blood.
I think I may have a way to make a Smaug the Golden drink. Now, to experiment!
Italian sodas(and it’s creamy cousin).
Mama(the wife half of the couple who own the shop) came in this morning armed with shop necessities and club soda. I peeped into the shopping bag and pulled a bottle out with a grin on my face while my coworker(we’ll call him Divo because that’s what he calls himself half the time) looked on perplexed. All I had to say was ‘Italian soda’ and he was grinning like a cat. Given the okay we promptly began looking at recipes and figuring out what we can do. Since I’m usually the one in charge of snapping shots of new store items and posting them on the shop’s Facebook page we decided to go all out. Not just any soda would do and we wanted it to look good. So, a vibrant red it was and, with the cream added, it turned into an interesting gradient.
Let me tell you, this sucker was good. The only thing I wasn’t keen on was the amount of syrup that went into it. Talk about sugar buzz. Since sugar has been less and less in my drinks this smacked me. I got a headache pretty quick but couldn’t help sneaking sips from Divo’s cup. Why not mine? I shouldn’t have been drinking it because of the red dye(luckily no hives this time[I know, bad Djarfskald, no]) and the two of us should have stayed away from the cream soda version thanks to dairy and our bodies rebelling against each other.
Mama liked the result and has to go about calculating costs and we have three pages worth of quick recipes and basics for everyone to follow. I’m crossing my fingers that this will call forth warm weather.
Not too hot, though. Heat and I don’t mix, especially my hair. Talk about transforming into a puff ball! Yeeek.
So, first try not too good. If all else fails I can do quick etching(like above). Trying again tomorrow.