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Tarry On

A cashier goes through it.

By Skyler SaundersPublished 2 months ago 3 min read
Tarry On
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If you take into account all of the ways that we’re supposed to be on the frontline you’d be left in complete bewilderment. I know I have. I walked from Newark to Wilmington in Delaware one winter day. It was bone cold. I remember I could only see a few feet in front of me because of the gusts from the snowstorm the day before.

I didn’t have the money back then. I was walking to work. I was a barista. Well, actually a cashier who masqueraded as a barista. I enjoyed the job, nonetheless.

You would think I could work at any other location since they popped up like pimples over the landscape.

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But this one was special. This one had one of the finest cappuccino makers in not only America but the world. Now, again, I manned the register. But Just four feet away from me stood a gleaming, sleek, thoroughly efficient and beautiful piece of machinery. And the product was always warmed and delighted. So, I hope you can understand why I traveled so far in such treacherous conditions. And why was it late.

“You’ve been on time, Adley, until now. I get it, the snow. Understandable. But next time get up a little earlier,” Bridgette my manager admonished me.

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If I could have reversed course and hightailed it back to Newark I still wouldn’t. The joy of engaging with the guest always motivated me. I closed. Every time I closed. Anytime someone asked for a good sized caramel macchiato, I would suggest a cinnamon scone to compliment the beverage. I remembered entire lists of information. I brought out all the big guns when it came to the day shift. But that night shift was a whole other beast.

I remember a man coming into the coffee shop with a bra and inside out shorts. The things you see at three in the morning, I tell you. But that day shift from 7 to 3 is the ideal time frame. It’s like the golden hours that sprinkle down awesomeness upon the whole crew. It’s super busy at peak hours and everyone works like a finely tuned machine.

So I never let the snow, rain, sleet, hail or other conditions impede me from my work. I even got awards for my efforts. A sound system, small laptop, and a brief cake and ice cream ceremony celebrated my industry.

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But I wanted more. I couldn’t ask for a raise or promotion. All because of that goddamn role as a barista. I could never get the right combination to produce a beautiful latte. I treated the apparatus like an M16. My background as a Marine provided me the chance to be professional but not necessarily gentle. So, cashier I remained.

I kept at it. I continued until my drawer came up short. Three times. I was benched like a star player who had accrued too many fouls. I needed to find a way to increase my role as a distinctive and distinguished member of the team. My supervisor even hit me with the classic line, “there’s no I in team.” I retorted with ``but there are five in the word individualistic.” He didn’t like that. He respected it though. It would be another two weeks before I would use a draw again.

I noticed that other baristas/cashiers had picked up on my style since I had been benched. I was flattered. It appeared that I had influenced them all in one way or another. I would go back to that job anytime. Even if it meant trudging through the snow.


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