An introduction to myself.

I don't exactly know how to start this bad-boy. But to make it interesting and as much of an attention-getter as possible I have taken the road of introduction and began with a small description of myself. Perhaps it truly is not the best way to keep those readers interested but I figure to me-self that if those readers are unequivocally interested in what I have to rant about in future dissertations, then automatically those are interested in my suburban-coffee-shop-working life. 

I would like to say that I have the most entertaining life possibly imaginable for a soon to be 19 year old girl currently residing in the bedroom that her mum helped decorate. But alas, I say with over-flowing regret that my life in suburbia can be summed up into work, school (at times), sleep, and the unwatched-partying miscreants I refer to as my chums, my Bosom Friends. 

I say school at times due to the fact that I am in the process of 'transferring' schools. Let me add that the Ontario Post-Secondary School System can suck it. I have been waiting for umpteen number of months to hear back from the three schools that I applied to. I mean this is long past ludicrous and starting to edge into monotonous. It has become so redundant and repetitious that my eyes want to fall out. And I am waiting for what? A piece of paper that could ultimately be the demise of my schooling. I'm far past caring. 

Anyways, things are looking up. According to one of the schools, I should hear something as of July 6th. BUT, if my schooling career is over I've wrangled myself quite the cozy 8.75$ an hour job at Williams. It seems so invigorating to continue making lattes or iced cappuccinos for the caffeine inoculated public of Hamilton. I feel sort of like the Queen Street Pimp I had the oh-so pleasure of having seen the other day. He is not a 'pimp' and I am not 'fueling people's caffeine fixes'. The world lives to revolve another day, and I continue to pump two shots of espresso into some steamed milk. 

I reckon, however, that there is life past the caffeinated frenzy. Not everyone is hyped up. Take for example your everyday toker. I bet he or she is not raging mad because their cafe-au-lait has spilt. Perhaps their colossal doobie snapped, but not their coffee. The most expensive coffee bean comes from poo. How delectable can that really be? As always though, people amaze me. I do not particularly find myself being very partial to the whole coffee frenzy. If you ask me, it leaves bad breath, yellow teeth and a stained mug. Now that is something to really look forward to. 

In the end, these people keep my job possible. So as much as I am slanted against its existence, I do love people who love coffee.

With that. Take your large mug of coffee, have a seat and fill in some questions about your ethnicity for that University Application.