When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to cut my lock. It was a fifteen walk to my bike. To avoid the awkward silence, I tried to make small talk with the guy assigned to help me.
“Are you a student?” I asked.
“Nah.”
“How long have you been working here?”
“Nine months.”
“Do you like it?”
“As much as I would like any minimum wage job.” Continue reading “[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs”
Today, I had a great chat over a cup of coffee with Jon Gauthier, who is, by the way, a delightful human being. When our coffee arrived, Jon remarked:
“It’s a shame that here, in California in general, you have to tell the barista that you want it here, else they’ll default that you want it to go. In Europe, if you don’t tell them anything, they’ll default that you want your coffee in a nice cup.”
Continue reading “[Day 165] Why American cafes have to-go as default”
