Barista no more!

I quit the Coffee Beanery today. My prize money will take care of me for a while. And the romance of working with coffee lost its appeal very quickly. On the first day of the job, I made the comment that baristas inherently had sex appeal. My co-workers couldn't relate at all—they just looked very confused. And that fantasy died pretty quickly. There's nothing all that sexy about those shirts (which I have return, incidentally). Even though I didn't hate the actual work, the job made me stressed and cranky. And now I can sleep in on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, like a normal, healthy college student.