I get more done before 7 a.m., before everyone else wakes up, than they get done all day.
I don’t demand anything. I don’t nag about broken promises, I just fix it.
You’d think that having clean clothes, hot meals, bills paid, all those nice things, they’d have a ‘thank you,’ for me every once in a while, but no. They just pick, pick, pick about all the stuff they think I haven’t done for them.
Is it too much to expect a little gratitude for all that I do?
I really couldn’t say, Ma’am. Here’s the change for your frappuccino.
Thin spiral notebook 
Nice twist at the end Tara. I worked in a cafe once and it really is a place to hear all the gossip. Unfortunately for me I spent most of the time dropping stuff on the floor 🙂
Enjoyed
Ally
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Ha, that’s hilarious. I do that sometimes, very unintentionally. Relieving my burden to unsuspecting ears!!
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You made me laugh out loud. Lovely!
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Nice story 🙂
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Ha! Brilliant! The confessional has switched in modern days from the bartender to the barista 😀
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Your last line was a delightful surprise.
I’ve worked as a bartender and waitress. I know how the person speaking that line feels!
I also know the feeling of saying too much to people in such positions, and then feeling the fool.
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I bet baristas hear all sorts of crazy stories.
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baristas, bartenders and hairdressers . . . . they hold the true confessional for us all.
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For a person who gets everything done before 7am, I guess the barista would have to take the place of the bartender 🙂
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I imagine that for people who frequent a specific coffee house in the morning, the barista could become an unwitting confidant.
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