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Sunday, 29 November 2015

Don't Touch me, I'm a Barista.




One of the many adventures I've embarked upon in the past year I've disappeared from the internet is becoming involved in the minimum wage, retail scene. Lucrative, I know. I assure you everyone I know who's ever abandoned something they love to work minimum wage in ANY job is very happy they did it and have no regrets.

Presently, I work as a Barista in a fairly well known Canadian coffee shop. I won't say the name because I don't know what the repercussions of that could be, but if you're Canadian: it's not Tim Hortons and that's probably all the hint you need.

The job itself is probably on the better end of what it means to be a young person working for hourly compensation. Making coffee, when people know what they want, is fun and I work with mostly great people. Except two. We'll call them Chantal and Shannon. Because, those are their names and don't care enough to give them anonymity. They're probably two of the most hard souled evil people you'll ever meet or have the displeasure of constantly being around but nonetheless, I do it.

I got the job only in an attempt to pay off a trip I'm hoping to go on next summer. I've already done that in the month and a half I've been there, so I can assure you my Barista days are limited.
This job was an important experience to have though, and along with my other jobs that I've decided were worth doing this year and I'll tell you why.

I've always had a hard time coming to terms with University. Depending on how long you've followed this blog, which I started when I began my studies you'll see I've been very up and down about what I'm studying and if I really should be here. However, I am SO eternally grateful I decided to stick it out and these minimum wage jobs have assured me why.

I work with a few older people who weren't given the opportunities I have to be able to go to school and are stuck in this job I'm doing just for some travel money. I can quit whenever I want and I will be okay and they don't have that luxury. They have to be spoken down to by Chantal(s) day in and out.
Outside of the connections University has allowed me to make, my extracurricular involvement, I know my degree is something that will give me leverage to jobs like this and people like Chantal. I know it will put me in a better position to be able to do what I love with likeminded people and find my way in this world.

This isn't a guarantee. Nothing is, but surely I have more of a fighting chance with my degree than without and that excites me.

It really does take doing a bit of what you hate to truly appreciate what you love, and fighting until the ends of the earth for it.



Friday, 27 November 2015

Okay, let's try this again...


It feels unbelievably audacious to think I still have a spot at this table, but here I am. I haven't posted on this internet space of mine for a year now and well that seems just downright disrespectful. I'm not sure who's still out there, or who remembers this space but regardless I'm just going to explain what in the actual fuck happened to me.

1) University 
Not sure if I need to explain much further than that. During year one I had tons of free time and blogging was an absolute breeze. What else was I doing? Then the rest of university happened and I simply have not had the time. Not only did I not have the time for it but...

2) I fell out of love 
I honestly fell out of love with this whole blogging thing. I was letting numbers play with me head. I started photography more in my school, extracurricular and other aspects of real life and writing and taking pictures really began to feel like a chore. Writing and photography is fun...when you don't have to always be writing and taking pictures. This didn't feel like a hobby anymore it felt like something else I was forcing myself to do.

3) I didn't feel genuine
I started to write and edit in a way I knew would get the most comments and most shares/likes or whatever. I dreaded writing a blog because I dreaded the promotion of it, but this time around I truly just want to write and share. That's all.

But here's why I'm back:
The last year free of this space has given me a lot of breathing room. I've experienced SO much throughout this last year outside of the internet I want to return. I remember how therapeutic it was writing my thoughts on here and speaking about things and hearing back from people. I remember how awesome the community vibe was. How much I still love doing these things can never ever die and I want to be back.
And life is WAY too short to not be indulging in something that you love.

So, here I am again.
And if you all are willing to welcome me with open arms I'd appreciate it because well I'm v fragile rn.

ha, jk.

no but really.

okay, talk to you soon.