Working in Heaven: Part 3
Assuming the job as St Peters assistant is already taken and I can’t have the security guard spot, I was thinking about applying for barista. I like that word. I think its Italian or something.
I could be good in that role. I like the smell of coffee and I’m good with names, unless it’s those weird middle eastern names no one can pronounce, although I can say and spell Mohammed.
I like meeting new people too. Especially in the morning…but only if they’re morning people. I don’t care much for the grumpy ones who just roll outa bed and wanna help themselves to a cup of me prior to ordering their latte.
What kind of roast do you use there?
I’m hoping Blue Mountain. It’s too expensive and hard to find here but I bet you have no problem with that.
I hope you don’t make us hock those stupid cd’s no one ever listens to. Some of those artists transcend eclectic. I think some are even banned from Seattle coffee shops. That’s what I heard anyway.
I’d like to apply sir.