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genre/s: felix x barista!reader (gender neutral), fluff, angst, coworkers to lovers au, bakery / barista au (feat. baker / bff!minho, (strict) manager!chan, barista!jeongin, and baker!seungmin)

wc: 6.9k 😎

warnings: many mentions of food (specifically sweets such as cupcakes, brownies, cookies, etc.), some swearing, arguing, probably very poor editing oops <3

a/n: this is part of the @districtninewriters “dear skz, with love” event :D THIS IS ALSO THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN AHHH i’m really really proud of it !!! i hope u love it besties !!!!!!!!

it was a frostbitten february evening when you met the boy at the bakery.

you were seated upon the counter, back turned to the deep brown door through which you’d first entered months ago, eager to apply for a barista position. minho sat across from you on the cashier stool. he was always better with the baked goods. you were a great team. the two of you were bored; a familiar feeling that accompanied weeknights at the bakery-cafe. people tended to arrive either in the morning time or late in the afternoon, and very seldom later. plus, your manager trusted the two of you enough to lock up on your own. and so, the two of you would be left to your own devices for a few measly hours a night per week.

“i bet you couldn’t make a batch of sugar biscuits without instructions,” he teased with a snarky grin. he was right. that was more his thing than yours.

so, you retaliated. “i bet you can’t do the same with a mocha frappe. or even simpler: an iced americano.”

“please!”

“oh yeah? step right up, biscuit boy,” you retorted with a giggle, gesturing to the coffee maker that sat beside him. there were multiple in the shop, and truth be told, he had no idea which was used for what types of beverages.

confidently, he grabbed a cup from the stack on the table behind him, striding over to one of the machines. he then took a look at all the knobs and buttons, clearing his throat. you chuckled. with his finger ghosting over one of the buttons, he turned back toward you to check for your reaction. “not even close,” you remarked. he clicked his tongue, turning back toward the coffee maker. “just a hint,” you added, “the first step isn’t coffee.”

he simply looked up, bewildered. he turned back toward you, dropping his hands to his sides and parting his lips into a circular expression of disbelief.

suddenly, the sparkling tone of the door chime behind you caught both of your attention. peculiar. nobody was usually around at that hour. as minho put his cup back on the table, you hopped off the counter, turning toward the front of the store.

in walked one of the most strikingly handsome boys you think you’ve ever seen. if not the most handsome. an angular face; fair, slightly pink-tinted skin decorated with the most endearing assortment of freckles. they were almost reminiscent of the chocolate sprinkles minho used to top off the cupcakes situated inside the glass counter case. his hair was a vanilla blond and long enough to delicately cascade over the side edges of his face. cherry red lips that parted upon his arrival, chocolatey brown eyes staring right back at yours. he was astonishing.

“how can we help you?” minho asked him, stepping forward. he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes seemed to be bugging out of your head. he had to stifle a chuckle or two.

the boy’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment. or maybe you dreamed it that way. regardless, he walked up to the counter, inquisitively placing his hands behind his back and bent over to glance at the contents of the case. “hi! uh…” he seemed sweet, though his voice was much deeper than you’d expected. it was unique. he was unique. and in quite a rush, as well. “...shit,” he cursed under his breath. he seemed to have startled himself with his expression. he looked back up at you, then at minho, a tight-lipped smile and strawberry-pink blush appearing on his face. “sorry,” he said.

minho finally let out a chuckle. “no worries. what’re you looking for?” he was always so good with the customers. smooth yet considerate, witty, yet firm. you always aspired to be a little more like minho when it came to customer service.

“do you have any of the salted caramel cupcakes left? they seem to be gone.”

“ah, we seem to have run out of those. could i interest you in a peanut butter cupcake instead?”

the boy shook his head. “no… she likes caramel.”

she. there was a she.

“may i ask what the occasion is?” minho asked.

“it’s my mom’s birthday, and she’ll be home from work soon... hopefully. i would’ve made my own gift to her but i didn’t have the time…”

“enough said,” your coworker assured him. “does she like chocolate? we have a few salted caramel brownies in the back.”

he almost gasped. “that’s perfect!” he paused. “um… how much is that? i-is it more than the cupcake, or…?”

minho glanced through the glass at the tag beside the brownie tray. “nope. less, actually.”

the boy let out a short sigh of relief. “great. thanks so much.”

“ah, it’s nothing. one sec,” minho said before walking into the kitchen to grab the brownie from the fridge. an awkward silence ensued between you and the boy.

“a name for the order?” you blurted. dumbass, you thought to yourself.

“i’m… the only one in the store…” he replied.

heat rose to your cheeks. “i… um… it’s protocol-”

“felix.” he cut you off before you could embarrass yourself further. he could tell you were nervous.

a unique name as well. of course.

“coming right up, felix,” you murmured, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. both of you chuckled.

minho came back out to the counter holding a small blue box with the cafe logo on top. “you’re all set! that’ll be…” he pressed few buttons into the cash register before continuing. “ten thousand won.”

“perfect.” felix grabbed his wallet out of his coat pocket. he pulled out a few bills from the black leather case, handing them to minho with a small smile. he was excited to surprise his mother, and happy that it wouldn’t cost as much as he’d thought it would. and you found it adorable.

minho took the money, ringing felix up and inserting the bills into the register. he handed felix the box, which made the boy’s face light up even more. it was hard for you to suppress a similar countenance. “i hope she likes it. have a good night!” minho said, closing the register. he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter as felix waved to the both of you and began walking back toward the door.

“thanks so much. you too,” he said, giving minho a small bow.

with his hand on the door, he glanced back at you once more. you smiled. he returned the expression. and just like that, with a brief gust of cold air sweeping through the shop, the boy was gone.

“you, uh… you know we only take names when there’s a line, right?” minho teased as the door shut, the chime letting out what seemed to be a pitied laugh.

you held your hands up to your forehead. “ugh, i know! i’m such an idiot,” you replied, letting your nerves go with a chuckle. he patted you on the shoulder, laughing with you.

in between laughs, he remarked, “he really made you that nervous, huh?”

“you could tell?! oh, great… wonderful!”

the two of you carried on for a moment, making light of the otherwise mortifying exchange. but finally, minho glanced at the clock and asked, “would you mind locking up tonight? i’ve got a date.”

“ooh!” you cooed, taunting him. “a date... who’s the not-so-lucky lady?”

“what joke book did you get that one from, hm? i had no idea you even knew how to read!” you gave him a playful punch in the arm for his sarcastic dig, causing him to giggle. yet, he answered your question, saying, “it’s a girl i met on the train home from school the other night. chaeyoung.” he looked off to the side, seemingly entranced. “she’s really witty and smart… and gorgeous. like... gorgeous.”

“ah, yes… so gorgeous that it causes men to leave their posts… and friends…”

“if i bring you back some takeout, will you quit being an ass?”

you pondered the question for a moment. and, while you’d be bored as hell in his absence, closing up the shop wasn’t much of a hassle on weeknights… and, well, you could always go for a free meal. “...pleasure doing business with you, lee minho.”

“thank you. as with you,” he commented in return. he took off the periwinkle blue, involuntarily worn apron which you’ve both been made to wear, revealing what you hadn’t even noticed was a dressy outfit. well, dressier than usual. he’d opted for a pale blue button-up shirt, tucked into black skinny jeans, all tied together by a chic black belt and a pair of black loafers. not to mention the small silver hoop earrings and matching necklace. you had to admit, he did look dapper.

he quickly strode to the back of the kitchen at which there resided a small storage room where you and the other employees usually dropped off your belongings. he grabbed his backpack and put on his long black coat, quickly making his way back up to the counter and walking around to the front of the store. “catch you tomorrow! thanks again.”

“takeout! don’t forget!”

“i couldn’t even if i tried,” he retorted, opening the door. the two of you waved to each other before he took his leave.

moments later, the door opened once again. you figured minho must’ve forgotten something. looking up, you began to ask, “what’d you forget this ti-”

it wasn’t minho.

it was felix.

he paused in his footing, little blue box still in hand. you jumped just a little. he noticed. “s-sorry… i just, um…” he looked off to the side. “i guess this is a bit of a long shot... considering the two of you seem to be more than enough staff… but…” he paused again, taking a moment to straighten his posture and scratch the back of his head. “is there any chance you might be hiring… any time soon?”

the answer was no. undoubtedly. he was right in thinking that you, minho, and the other employees were perfectly capable of handling the cafe. though some mornings and weekends were a bit tight, the team made it work. if this was anybody else, you could’ve easily said no.

yet, he persisted. “i can bake! i like to think i’ve been getting better at it… and i can clean as well.”

you couldn’t turn him down. you simply couldn’t. not with those kind eyes locking themselves with yours, the enthusiasm in his deep voice, or the hastening beat of your heart. “i’ll talk to my manager!” you affirmed. you smiled, causing a similar reaction out of him. an idea popped into your mind. if only for a moment, you thought it was the best you’d ever had. your eyes averted themselves to the pale yellow note pad and ballpoint pen on the counter, used to take orders from seated customers. “here,” you said, reaching for the pen and paper and handing it to felix. “if you’ll give me your number, i can text you with any updates.”

he walked back up to the counter for the second time that night, taking his number down on the pad. as you watched him intently, eyes fixated on his concentrated face, you silently praised yourself for being so brave. especially after the whole name debacle. your heart was at its wits’ end. “there,” he said, placing the pen down on the counter and sliding the notepad back to you. “i really appreciate it.” he sounded so genuine. he flashed you another smile. he had such a grand, bright, toothy smile. it would stay in your memory for days, weeks, even months to come. you can still recall it now.

“it’s no problem,” you responded. “...i really hope your mom likes the brownie.”

“thanks. i’m sure she will.” he turned to walk toward the door. you almost turned away as well, excited to examine the style with which he’d written on the pad, until he spun back around once more. “oh! one more thing… can i get your name as well?”

the question came as a bit of a surprise. you nodded to him, letting out a short giggle. “y/n.”

he grinned again. it was smaller that time; a bit more subdued. effortfully so. “ah. well…” he began walking backward, eyes connected with yours as he headed toward the door. “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, felix.”

and thus, your pursuit for a job offering began.

your manager, chan, was reluctant to accept your proposal for him to give felix an interview. however, you made note of how eager he’d seemed that night and the skills he’d mentioned having. you also mentioned how he’d been so enthused to find out the price of his order. and so, after a couple days’ worth of mulling it over, chan finally gave in.

you weren’t supposed to be at the cafe when felix was being interviewed. however, your saturday afternoon shift had just ended, and the place was essentially empty. well… apart from you, chan, felix, and then jeongin, who wandered in from the storage room to find you eavesdropping from behind the wall separating the kitchen and the dining area.

“y/n?” he asked. “what are you-”

you inaudibly shushed him, motioning for him to come closer and hide with you. he did so.

“chan’s interviewing someone,” you whispered to the boy.

“ah…” he responded, his tone hushed. “so why are we hiding?”

“because we’re not supposed to be listening.”

“so why are we doing it?”

“because i want to know how it’s going.”

“so why can’t you just-”

you shushed him again. he obliged, covering his mouth with his hand.

from the other side of the wall, chan asked, “so felix, do you have a resume?”

“uh…” felix stammered. you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“let me put it this way,” chan offered instead. “do you have any prior working experience? at another cafe, another store, a completely different place...?”

“oh! yes. i’ve bagged groceries at the supermarket on third street for the last few months. that’s where my mom works. but i’d much rather work here, if i’m honest...”

“ah. okay.” chan nodded, jotting down some notes in his notebook. “so y/n told me you could clean...”

before chan could finish, felix proudly exclaimed, “i can! i do a lot of cleaning at home.”

“perfect.”

the interview went on for a few more minutes. jeongin let out a few silent chuckles every once in a while, mocking your state of concentration. but who could blame you? you just wanted to make sure felix got the position. he seemed to need it.

you totally weren’t in it for his smile… the freckles… the adorable creases that formed at the edges of his eyes when he grinned with that sweet, genuine, toothy grin of his… no, not at all…

nevertheless, he got the job.

“i love this apron,” felix had said to you on his first day. he was quite fond of your uniform. everyone else in the shop hated them; what, with the pale blue color, white pinstripe pattern, and the ‘one-size-fits-all’ design. yet, in every sense of the phrase, it fit felix perfectly.

“i’m glad someone does,” you replied. he laughed.

“when i got the cleaning job, i wasn’t sure i’d get to wear one. but i’m happy i do.” he smiled at you, his pearlescent teeth on full display and face aglow with joy.

after about a week of training, felix became a natural at his job. though it wasn’t much, he took great pride in his work and enjoyed taking any opportunity he saw to do a little extra sweeping, some more dish washing, and even some dusting here and there.

he also fit right into the employee dynamic. every once in a while, you’d find him playing hand games with jeongin. or, sometimes, minho would discuss baking with him, as he often noted his affinity for it.

“have you ever tried using oats in your chocolate chip cookies?” felix asked. it was monday night. and, as per usual, the shop was devoid of customers.

minho looked puzzled. “oats?”

“yeah. it adds a little nuttiness. it’s really, really good.”

“huh… i’ll have to try it out sometime. i like to add a bit of coffee grounds to the flour when i make mine.” then, he leaned in to whisper, “don’t tell chan, though.” felix let out a nervous giggle.

“don’t worry,” you said to him. “minho’s only kidding. i’d never let him touch my coffee grounds.” this made all three of you laugh.

after the laughter died down, felix looked at the clock. it was four in the afternoon. “well, my shift is over,” he said. you were disappointed. hanging out with felix had become a bit of a highlight for you. he always carried himself so kindly. he had a bubbly soul, and a pure twinkle took residence in his eye whenever he smiled. you couldn’t help but feel light and airy while around him.

“hey, i’ve been meaning to ask,” minho started to felix. “do you bike here?”

the other boy was confused. “no. why?”

“oh… then, do you walk?”

“yeah. it’s only a few blocks,” felix responded, shrugging.

“do you need a ride?”

felix paused to think. “don’t you need to stay here? to lock up and everything…”

“i’ll come right back.”

you chimed in, suggesting, “i can close tonight.”

“you sure?” minho asked you. “i don’t have any food to bribe you with this time.” you both chuckled.

“it’s fine by me,” you said.

minho thanked you, stating once again that he owed you. the amount of times you’d done this for him was countless. but you never seemed to mind. and so, off they went. you were glad felix had integrated into the friend group so well. you supposed that he was just that loveable.

when it finally came time for you to close up shop having not received any other customers for the night, you waltzed into the storage room to grab your things. however, you noticed something strange sitting atop one of the shelves that hadn’t been there that morning.

an envelope. with your name on it. and a tupperware container filled with a single slice of what looked like chocolate cake.

your heart flinched. you were shocked. flustered, flushed. confused… but endeared. you hesitated. shakily, you tore open the cream-colored envelope’s seal, careful not to rip too much. you wanted to preserve its crisp smoothness.

“y/n,” the note said...

“a gift to you,

a chocolatey treat,

a token of thanks

for being so sweet.

~ me”

your heart fluttered. you ran to the kitchen, opening the container and grabbing a freshly-cleaned fork from the metal sink. you dried it off on your apron before excitedly digging into the dessert. it was more of a brownie than a cake, you realized, with melted chocolate chunks stuffed inside. it tasted amazing.

you began wondering who this mystery gifter could’ve been. it couldn’t have been minho… it simply couldn’t have. the two of you were much too close. and he was always more confident than anybody you’d met. if he liked you, you would have already known. besides, things seemed to be going well with him and chaeyoung. no… this had to be someone else. jeongin, perhaps. he did always made such high praises about your cappuccino-crafting abilities. you looked to your left and right, peering around the kitchen for signs of life. but alas, you were all alone in the cafe.

then it hit you.

of course...

felix.

you recalled the first time you met. when you had him jot his number down on the piece of paper. you remembered his handwriting; the way some characters curled on the ends, the rounded shape of his letter e, the squiggly line he used before he signed his name… it was felix. it had to be.

and you were ecstatic.

the next day, you entered the shop to find a full house. it was a saturday morning, after all. you enjoyed the breakfast rush, mainly because you got the chance to show off your coffee-making skills. you made your way to the kitchen, greeting jeongin at the counter on your way in. you said hello to minho and seungmin as well, who were busy stand-mixing and hand-folding various types of batter. they were a great team, especially on mornings like those. though they tended to bicker about ingredients and proportions, the sweet treats they’d concoct always turned out excellently.

finally, felix emerged from the storage area, duster in hand. when he saw you, however, he froze. with his eyes wide and cheeks beginning to flush, he greeted you. “h-hi, y/n… good morning!”

you let out a bit of a giggle. does he know that i know? you asked yourself. granted, the mysterious gift giver signed off as ‘me,’ so you couldn’t say you were positive… but this reaction told you otherwise. “morning!”

he nodded, smiling nervously. he gestured to the storage room. “the shelves in there are all dusted now.”

“great! i think i’ll… um…” you pointed to the room, slipping past him to stash away your belongings and put on your apron.

“yep! you… do that…” he muttered as you walked away.

however, when you walked in, you found something peculiar displayed upon the shelf.

another envelope. and another container.

you turned back toward the door to find felix peeking in. you chuckled. “so it was you!”

he stepped to the side, coming into full view. “how’d you know?” he asked.

“i just… had a feeling.” you grinned.

he paused, a tight-lipped smile spread across his face. “well, open it.”

you placed your coat and bag on one of the shelves below. you then opened up the envelope just like you had the previous night: meticulously, yet enthralled. it read,

“another dessert

for a person so sweet

will you honor me kindly,

and go out with me?

YES / NO

~ me”

once you looked back up at him, felix commented, “you were supposed to circle one…” he then began rambling. “i thought you didn’t come in until later. you don’t have to say anything right now, or at all, and-”

though you thought it adorable, you cut off his nervous prattle, stating, “yes.”

his eyes grew even wider, his strawberry tinted lips forming a circular shape. “you mean…”

“i’ll go out with you, felix,” you confirmed.

his face lit up. and yours did, too.

thus, one date became two, two became four…

by the end of february, you were officially a couple.

you were a perfect match. each of you complimented each other so well, rivaling the bittersweetness of a good cappuccino when paired with a light and fluffy slice of cake. like minho, felix’s baking abilities and knowledge never ceased to amaze you. you explained the ins and outs of coffee brewing while he told you all about how he bakes his tasty treats. he even showed you some of the recipes his mom handed down to him from generations past.

his mom sounded so wonderful… yet, a part of you felt so sorry for her. felix’s dad left when he was young, and she’s always had to fend for herself and her son all on her own. however, when she was let go from her office position the previous year, things began to spiral. she took up two jobs: one at the local grocery store and another waitressing at a restaurant in the next town. she was always so busy. but felix understood. he tried helping out, especially by working at the supermarket with her that fall. nothing seemed to get any better.

that is, until he landed his job at the cafe.

felix constantly thanked you for helping him out. chan paid him a considerable amount more than what he’d received at the supermarket, which helped him and his mother out greatly. anything would. aside from telling how lovely, smart, witty, and gorgeous you were, felix’s mission in life was to remind you how you’d saved it.

one monday, you entered the storage room on your break to find a sight all too familiar. a handwritten note and small sliver of baked loveliness, all wrapped up in a metaphorical bow of allure and intrigue. nevertheless, however, you were still just as giddy as the first time you’d received one of felix’s treats. suddenly, you felt a finger graze along your shoulder, moving your hair to the side as an arm wrapped itself around your waist. two warm, pillowy lips made contact with your cheek, gently pecking the skin. felix.

you let out a giggle. “is this for me?” you asked, facetiously.

“of course,” he muttered beside your ear, his tone low, entrancing, and chill-inducing. he kissed your cheek again, holding you close and swaying you from side to side. “it’s another brownie. try it,” he suggested as his chin settled upon your shoulder.

you did as he said, biting into the small slice of fudgy goodness. to your surprise, chunks of melted caramel oozed out of the dessert, cutting through the rich chocolatiness of the brownie with a tangy edge. you hummed in satisfaction. “a salted caramel brownie,” you noted, swallowing your bite.

he chuckled. “i figured i’d finally try it out, maybe give some to my mom… do you like it?”

you placed the sweet back into its container and turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. you smiled. “i love it, lix. thank you.”

he grinned back at you. pulling you closer by the waist, he sealed the space between his lips and yours with a kiss. his lips were always even softer and more captivating than the texture of his confections. sweeter, too.

after his lips left yours, he gazed into your eyes, holding you close. “open the note, love.”

you excitedly spun back around, doing as instructed. opening the crisp white envelope seal and pulling out the folded sheet of paper, you read its contents.

“a caramel kiss

for you, my love.

i can’t give you the world.

but i hope i’m enough.

~ felix”

you paused. you were puzzled. visibly so, you figured, since when you turned around the look on felix’s face shifted.

he took your hand in his, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb. he kept his head down as he spoke. “i wish i could do more. i wish i could take you out to nice places, bake you batches of your favorite sweets, get you real gifts…”

a sharp pain struck your heart. “lix…” you murmured. “i don’t need any of those things. and as far as i’m concerned, these are ‘real gifts.’ they come from your heart. that’s as real as it gets.”

“i know, love, but…”

you placed a hand on his cheek, guiding him to look back up at you. “you don’t even have to do this stuff for me. i know that you care.”

he gave you a forced, shy smile. “okay. i’m glad.” he placed his own hand on top of yours, warm fingertips pressing gently against your skin.

“felix! y/n!” chan called from the kitchen. it was saturday night, and the last of the day’s customers were taking their leave. you were standing by the coffee-makers, in the middle of telling felix about the time you’d bested jeongin in a macchiato-making contest during a breakfast rush.

both of you turned toward the kitchen door, concerned. chan poked his head out. “can you come here a minute?” he looked serious. something was wrong.

nevertheless, the two of you obliged. holding hands, you made your way to the kitchen, led by chan to the cooling racks. “what’s up?” you asked.

chan cleared his throat before shoving his hands into his pockets. “i have reason to believe that one of you, or both, has violated protocol.”

you quickly grew confused. felix’s hand tightened around yours. you glanced at him, noticing how his face flushed pale. “uh…” he stammered.

“early this morning, seungmin pointed out that we’re low on cocoa powder. now, that’s odd, especially considering we had three cans of it yesterday. now we only have two.” you both nodded at him, following along. “...so i took a look at the camera footage.”

felix let go of your hand. “c-cameras?” he stuttered. you were even more confused.

“yeah. the cameras,” chan confirmed, looking felix dead in the eye. “i watched the footage from yesterday. and the day before.”

felix gulped. “you… you did….”

“what the hell is going on?” you asked.

chan let out a bit of a sigh. “y/n. were you aware that felix has been taking ingredients from the kitchen?”

your heart dropped.

you glanced at your boyfriend. he glanced back at you. he then bit his bottom lip, averting his eyes down to the floor. you looked back at chan, calmly answering, “no… i had no idea.”

“is that true?” chan asked.

“yes.” you then turned to felix, face ablaze. “it’s true.”

“then in that case, you can go for the night. i’d like to talk to felix. alone.”

after one last unreciprocated look at your boyfriend, you quickly rummaged through the storage room, collected your things, and left. you stood outside of the cafe, waiting for whatever might happen next. your stomach was doing flips. you couldn’t possibly believe what you’d heard.

minutes elapsed. it felt more like hours. all you could think to do was lean up against a lamp post and watch the gloomy clouds shift overhead. the sun was close to being fully set, casting a deep purple tint over the whole street landscape. and it looked as though it was about to rain.

after what felt like an exorbitantly long time, felix emerged from the shop. the door closed behind him as he bolted down the steps and onto the pavement, that familiar chime sending a chill through you. it sounded almost eerie that night. out of place. taunting.

“lix,” you called. you walked behind him, despite his quickening pace. but he wouldn’t stop or slow down. “lix,” you exclaimed again. no answer. finally, you grabbed his arm, realizing his apron was gone, and shouted, “felix! slow down.”

he scoffed, stopping dead in his tracks. “he fired me.”

you stared at him, blankly. once again, you couldn’t believe it.

“i tried to do something nice, and he fired me.”

“do you think it makes me feel any better?” you asked. “you getting yourself fired so you could make me little brownie experiments?” you paused, taking a deep breath. you were outraged. more so with yourself. you should’ve asked how he was finding the time or the resources to be doing what he was doing. you should’ve known. “i thought you needed this job. when were you gonna tell me you were a thief?”

“a thief?!” felix’s eyes seemed to be bulging out of his head. he was surprised at your verbiage. he’d never seen you upset like this. “y/n, i’m not a thief.” you rolled your eyes. his cheeks flushed crimson. a prickling sensation began around his eyes. a stinging, almost. tears. he looked down at his sneakers. tattered white converse. the same ones he wore every day to work. the same ones on which he’d splattered a few droplets of brownie batter during his latest attempt at making you a gift. now, it just looked like a stain of mud. “i didn’t just take cocoa powder. i took eggs… some milk… a couple cups of flour here and there… my mom got demoted at the restaurant. she works the bar now. she thinks i asked for the stuff. so yeah, i did need this job! i do need it. i just fucked up...” under his breath, trying not to give into the tears that prodded at his eyes, he remarked, “‘little brownie experiments’... that’s all they ever were to you? little brownie experiments...”

you realized what you’d said. of course that’s not all they were to you. they were everything to you. but that isn’t what you’d said. “lix… i-”

“you know what, you’re right,” he muttered, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes rapidly blinking to avoid the inevitable. “they probably weren’t even all that good.”

you took a step closer to him. a drop of water fell onto your shoulder from above. “no.. no, that’s not what i-”

but, as quickly as you approached him, he stepped back. he locked eyes with you once again. his eyes were glossy; tainted with the aftereffects of a broken heart. suddenly, a steady stream of drizzling rain began to fall from the night sky above you. felix’s lip quivered. yet, with a furrowing brow, he continued. “you know what, maybe this was all a mistake.” his voice cracked a bit; frayed at the edges. “maybe i should’ve gotten a different job. at a place that would pay me enough to be able to buy my own shit and pay my mom’s bills.” the rain fell harder now, coating his hair and dragging it down over his face. you didn’t even feel it as it completely drenched you as well.

seeing him like this affected you just as much as your words did him. guilt. the panging, crushing weight of guilt laid heavily upon your heart. “felix…” you whimpered, tears of your own beginning to cloud your line of sight. though, you could still see clear enough to watch him shake his head, turning around and beginning his ascent up the avenue. clear as ever. even despite the pitter-patter of evening gloom.

sopping wet, you marched back into the shop. you ripped off your apron, throwing it down upon the counter. you then walked back behind it to start preparing to close up for the night. all you wanted was to go home.

that is, until you spotted an envelope tucked beside the cappuccino maker.

a creamy white envelope, with your name and a heart inscribed on the back. and a tupperware container. a single teardrop descended from the corner of your eye, resembling the droplets of rain that covered your form. you carefully took hold of the envelope. you gently tore it open, making sure not to rip it, just like you’d done the very first and subsequent times.

“another present

for my love;

my dear y/n,

sent from above.

~ felix”

a drop of rain fell from your hair onto the page, dampening his name. the black ink began to run, the letters seeping into each other.

you could no longer control your tears. you took a seat on the floor, back resting against a leg of the table upon which the coffee makers stood. the metal was cold. but you paid it no mind. with your head on your knees, legs bent and arms wrapped around them, you cried. audibly. you couldn’t believe how you’d spoken to him. you should’ve known that he didn’t have the money to bake you these little presents on his own. you should’ve realized from the moment he confirmed it was him. at least, that’s what you thought to yourself as the tears expelled themselves from your system.

he just wanted to make you something special. yes, he broke the rules. yes, he stole from the cafe. and yes, he knew it was wrong. but he just wanted to make you something special. it was the only way he believed he could. and you wish you’d seen that. not just so you could’ve prevented it, but also so you could’ve appreciated it even more. so you could’ve seen that not only was he working overtime to make you something you might enjoy, but that he was risking his job for you and his mother. it wasn’t a perfect gesture - not by a long shot. but he meant well. he always did. and you didn’t even give him the chance to explain.

you loved him.

after a few moments of solitude, you regained your breath. you sniffled, looking down at the note. you then stood back up, taking hold of the container. its contents looked delicious. but you couldn’t consume it. not even if you’d been hungry. so, you dumped it into the trashcan beside the table. and, with a deep, shaky breath, you ripped up the letter and envelope into tiny pieces. it was a bittersweet feeling, letting go. but you had to do it. and so, home you went.

a week passed. things never really changed at the cafe once felix left. weeknights were still as slow as ever. maybe even slower. you missed him.

minho emerged from the kitchen one evening to find you wiping down the cappuccino maker with a coffee-stained rag. it was the third time you’d done it that day. twice more than you were getting paid for. and of course he noticed. “how’re you holding up?” he asked.

you barely glanced up at him, busy rubbing the same spot on the metal machine over and over. this stupid stain just wouldn’t budge. each time you’d gone over it that day, you couldn’t seem to make it go away. it plagued your mind, infiltrating your subconscious when you least expected it until you finally decided to go back to it for the second time, then the third. it was a real mood killer. though your mood hadn’t been very lively when the day began, either. “‘m fine,” you replied through gritted teeth, brows angled inward as your focus remained on the task at hand.

“are you?” he questioned, playfully. he leaned on the counter behind you, crossing his arms and watching you scrub. “you’ve been going at it with that thing for hours now. what’d it ever do to y-”

“i’m fine!” you interjected. you then paused, both in speech and action. suddenly, you were aware of how fast you’d been rubbing the machine. as well as how loud your voice had raised itself. you turned around. “...sorry.”

he gave a pitied smile, crossing his arms. “it’s ok. i’m fine,” he replied, mimicking you. it made you chuckle. he was glad it did. “is, uh… is this a bad time to ask you to lock up? i’ve got a.. uh…”

“a date?” you supposed, unfeeling.

he cleared his throat, glancing between you, the clock above you, and his shoes. “yeah,” he confirmed. “with chaeyoung. would you mind?”

“not at all.”

“you sure?” you nodded. “alright… i owe you one… or ten...” he joked, untying his apron.

“no you don’t,” you murmured, eyes drifting to the side. you almost turned back around, heart set on getting to that stain, until you felt his hand on your arm. you glanced at each other for a moment. he looked sad. sorry. he pitied you. and you hated it. yet, as he took you in his arms, wrapping you into a tight, benevolent hug, you became a little less tense. a little less angry. you hugged him back, burying your face into his shoulder. this was the first time you’d ever engaged in such a gesture with your coworker. sure, you were friends. and sure, you’d talked about some deep stuff on nights like these with nothing better to do. but this was different. meaningful. sweet.

after a moment, minho remarked, “you know i miss him too, right?” he sounded mockingly peeved. “he was your boyfriend but he was my friend.”

you looked up at him, confused. “you’re not still friends?”

he chuckled. “no! he’s avoiding me the same way he’s avoiding you.”

laughing with him, you responded, “shit… i’m sorry, minho.”

“you have nothing to apologize for.” he let go of you, hands remaining on your sides for a moment. “you both messed up. it’s not all your fault.” you nodded to him, a reluctant, close-lipped smile upon your face. he glanced up at the clock again before pulling his apron off. “i’ve gotta go. thanks again for locking up, y/n.” he walked past the counter to the front of the store. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he added, pointing at you while striding backwards toward the door.

“see you tomorrow,” you replied, waving to him. “have fun.” you still sounded a bit bitter. you couldn’t help it.

“thanks,” he said. the chimes twinkled as the door closed. it haunted you.

and with that, he was gone. nothing but you, your rag, and that unnerving coffee stain for another half-hour’s time.

you heard the opening and closing of the door behind you once again. with a sigh, not even bothering to turn around, you blurted, “we’re about to lock up for the night.”

no response. odd. maybe they didn’t hear you. you tried again, raising your voice a bit but continuing your attempts to clear up the stain all the while. “i apologize, but we’re closed for the night-”

“one salted caramel brownie, please.”

a familiar voice. a familiar, low-toned, nostalgia-inducing voice. the voice that, at one time, softened for you… close enough to your ear to make your stomach tie itself in knots. the voice that made you giggle, the voice that called you “love”... the voice that cracked when faced with the realization that it was never to be heard by you again. you spun around.

a familiar face, too.

felix.

his eyes gazed into yours. somber, silent.

“y-you...”

“hey.”

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jmberries · 5 years

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yet another reason i need to get out of the job i have: there really isn’t any room for growth whatosever.

last year, after a not great holiday season, the company let off all of our receiving managers and our lead cashiers. some employees were rehired in different, lower-paying positions if they wanted to come back (or in my store’s case, our kid’s lead was leaving so one of the head cashiers took that position when i probably should have and didn’t, like a fucking idiot), but no one was hired back into those positions because i guess they don’t exist anymore.

also last year (in my store specifically), two of my managers (in the same merchandising position) started dating and the manager above our regional manager decided he didn’t like that, so she went to work in another store in our region. and instead of hiring one of us FROM WITHIN OUR STORE to take her job, they sent in someone from another store.

so that’s 2 jobs i didn’t get, and only one of them was my fault.

and now our assistant store manager is going to be the store manager at a different store in our region. he used to do the scheduling in our store, as well as the hiring and (ultimately, though he really genuinely was just looking out for the wellbeing of the store) the micromanaging. and instead of giving one of our merchandising managers a promotion to his position, therefore either opening up that merchandising position OR giving that position to our cafe manager so one of us could be promoted from within to be the new cafe manager, corporate is bringing in someone new that doesn’t even know how to use our search system to help run the whole damn store.

how in the world is that fair?

i really genuinely can’t stand corporate. i only stay with the company because we sell books and i can’t just abandon BOOKS (also because i’m dirt broke and can’t just afford to quit without the promise of another job).

and since my mom isn’t working as much, i really need to be making more money than i am. i know that, when i do leave this store, i’ll be sad to be leaving that specific store and not the company.

the corporate office has made sure that i don’t give a shit about them. it fucking sucks that, in order to support authors and other booksellers, i have to by extension support them too, but i refuse to go anywhere else for books. amazon doesn’t treat authors well and their customer service fucking sucks. brick and mortar bookstores are too fucking important for me to go anywhere else.

i’m just really fucking tired of being paid next to nothing to keep those assholes in new york fucking rich.

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sh-dafugup · 6 years

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a year ago last week i started that manager job (that i quit in october) so i’ve been reminiscing.

recovered memories from my previous job for when the one i have now feels like the worst thing in the world:

*i made thirty 911 calls in six months

*PARENTS LETTING THEIR KIDS HAVE BABY-POWDER FIGHTS, parents teaching their kids to shoplift, parents teaching their kids how to properly curse out and threaten employees for asking them to not ride carts through the store

*throwing out $100 in stolen half-eaten food a night (mostly vienna sausages and coconut water)

*professional pan-handlers chasing customers through the parking lot asking for specific amounts of money, professional shoplifters filling up backpacks with whatever they could and meeting their boss across the street to empty out and get paid,

*a cashier overdosed twice in two weeks while on the clock,

*another cashier who gave me some kind of antibiotic-resistant virus that lasted six weeks (who also let her toddler go with pink eye for so long her eyes crusted shut) brought in her boyfriends to shoplift during her shifts. She stole thousands of dollars from the registers and the safe (inside heist before i started working there that was never solved) over the course of two years. She was filmed by a customer stealing money from another customer by ringing up a sale and voiding it without opening the register after the first customer left. and she started stalking me when she found out the vigilant customer came to me with the video of her stealing and that i'd reported it and opened an investigation. I had to beg my boss to fire her even after he saw the video. when we met and i was introduced as her new manager, she asked me if i liked to party and said she "used to smoke crack" but she promised she "didn't anymore."

*a homeless man from the tent city behind the shopping center tried to murder another homeless man by the dumpsters behind our store by beating his head in with a pipe.

*the mafia landlord threatened me because i wouldn't let him shop after hours, his girlfriend filled her purse with whatever she felt like on a regular basis and corporate told me to back off when i reported it. i was told "just because i felt threatened doesn't mean I was".

uhhhh...

*being threatened by customers on a daily basis for refusing to process returns with fake or outdated receipts for $1 brooms, being threatened by customers for not breaking hundred dollar bills on sunday afternoons for one-dollar sales, being threatened by customers for not having more than one register open at 6 on a monday night (guy told me he was gonna take me outside and show me what customer service really meant), being threatened by customers for making closing announcements.

a man who ran a popular Dominican nightclub across the street came in at five minutes to closing on Cinco de Mayo, asked what colors were on the Mexican flag and asked for 50 helium balloons in each color. He got flustered and left when he realized it would take more than five minutes to inflate 150 mylar balloons. none of us understood why he was trying to capitalize on a holiday Dominicans don't celebrate but it moves booze and he figured it was worth a shot.

a cashier got fired for stealing money and merchandise and under-ringing hundreds of dollars of food for her friends. she came back to shop all the time. last time i saw her she tried to steal frozen pork chops but got nervous and left them by the doors when she thought we weren't distracted enough. she went to a hiring event at another value store up the road owned by our company, but she was turned away because they had her arrested a few weeks prior for retail theft.

one time we had about ten to fifteen associates come visit from other stores for a special merchandising remodel and they were all from stores in nicer areas where people are normal. none of them understood why we didn't have the doors propped open for our customers that morning. even the district manager at the time tried to warn them that it was a bad idea, but the visitors insisted it would be more welcoming to the neighborhood. we were robbed three times before noon. twice by the same guy. he liked to fill shopping carts with socks and just run for it.

uhhh....

the freezers breaking three times in one week and losing $4K in food, having to receive DC trucks until the day of a special mid-year inventory (red flag store) because my DM was the antichrist and refused to delay the trucks, and then receiving two more full trailers the next day cause another store in the district had a fire and they gifted us their shipments

i had to lock myself in the back office to get away from a screaming middle-aged white woman who was insistent that i was lying about the restaurant next to us having a public bathroom because we weren't allowed to let the public in our stock room to use the barely operational employee bathroom.

the shopping center supposedly being built on legit-i-shit-you-not INDIAN BURIAL GROUND and there being some kind of demonic force or presence in our storage basement that gave people what i can only describe as a sense of dread and violent mood swings from moments after entering the store until they left. it was kind of like a SHINING experience crossed with what happened to the dad in the original Amityville Horror. outside the store, people were completely different, like the moment they went outside the rage stopped. and sometimes homeless people would sneak in the basement and live there for a while. and the basement was full of chiggers and dust mites and bed bugs. any time we had to bring fixtures or seasonal pack-away's up we had to tape our clothes around our ankles and wrists.

one day someone hit a transformer so the entire south end of town had a blackout and when i closed the store until the power came back, one elderly customer refused to leave and stood around for an entire hour until he could make his purchase. GREATEST GENERATION, MY ASS. others outside ignored the fact that the restaurants, nail salon, grocery store and urgent care center had evacuated and tried to forcibly enter my store while cursing at me for locking the doors in the dark. our system stayed offline for hours after that and every sale we made wasn't entered in the system until we realized our registers were showing hundreds of dollars in "excess" cash. while we were on the phone with the help desk getting it sorted out, two people didn't show up for their shifts and another (the one with the needle habit) showed up early and overdosed behind the register in front of a nurse from the UC next door just trying to buy a soda on her lunch break.

and one time a Puerto Rican cashier made a remark about her neighbors playing Dominican music in the middle of the night in front of a Dominican customer and they physically fought while while the Dominican customer announced to the entire store in Spanish to any Dominicans in there that we were discriminating against them and that they should all get together and "do something about it." I had to call the cops to break up the fight. no citations issued, i just had the cops tell her she was banned for life.

this one time one of my cashiers attempted to physically discipline a customer who threatened one of my managers when she'd said something to the customer about their kid running around and screaming and throwing things. cops had to break that one up too.

oh and one day i went in on a mid-to-close shift and the bank next door had closed down in response to "OUR" bank down the street being robbed so we couldn't run our deposit or get change from anywhere in the area. and the opening manager who told me so also casually mentioned that a delivery driver told her that morning that the power box on the back of the building had been hit by a truck "or something" and that electricians would be by to look at it later in the day. when they showed up, it HAD been hit with something and I was told un-regulated power was pouring into the building, that it was a fire hazard, but power and light wouldn't be able to fix it for approximately two weeks. corporate insisted we stay open for business--they said a chance of an explosion didn't mean it necessarily would. when the electricians took the door off the box to check out the guts inside, they mentioned that the wires leading into the building looked out of regulation but were interrupted by a swarm of live hornets nesting in the meter box that poured out into their faces.

our phone line was split with someone else's in town so sometimes our store phone just didn't work. calls would cut out, we'd hear other people talking on the line. most of the 911 calls i made went like, "what's the number there at the store?" "oh, i'm calling from my personal cell, our phone is out of service." we never had it fixed.

human resources tried to fire me because an associate said i was cursing in the employee bathroom after a customer chewed me out for something trivial. I handed her my keys and walked out. I was the fifth person to hold that position in two years. at least two other people have had it since I left seven months ago.

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carnivalhome · 4 years

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7 Blocks And Ways To Creative Thinking One Should Know

CREATIVE IMAGINATION

Creativity is significantly more than merely busy creativeness. In order to consciously imagine matters, to determine and listen to matters in your intellect, can be an equally crucial skill. It will not need to demand more ingenuity, although, can one all? Day-dreaming, as an instance, can be just a practice of creativeness. It might contain an elaborate dream environment, however, one high in all of the stuff that lots of men and women think of.

C-reactive creativeness, subsequently, must incorporate the capability not simply to assume matters, yet to assume things. It's seeing items others do not view, also inventing brand new thoughts. Thus how can you nurture this?

Creativity 101

Very first, workout your creativity that is basic. It is often as easy as believing in graphics longer listening or hearing music on the mind. Play minor"pictures" on the mind, till you may see this online command. This really is an easy procedure, however, for all those people who can not readily get it done, of course, it might consider plenty of exercises. Luckily, it isn't a disagreeable exercise.

The next portion of acquiring your creativity would be to become more imaginative on your own thinking and imagining. Start with focusing to own creativity. Our unconscious minds provide us with that which we listen to. Blow Off creative sides of one's own life, and also you're telling your subconscious they're insignificant. About the flip side, in the event, you see if you are creative, then your own subconscious mind begins feeding you longer ideas.

Distinct environments may additionally motivate your own creativity. Want to have more images on your life? Hike a mountain up by means of your associate. Does one really write? Consider sitting over roofing to compose. Desire new suggestions for the industry? Have a laptop towards the playground and then sit from the sea pond. Even a reversal of setting could possibly make your believing out-of-it's ruts.

It's possible to engage in games that perform your creativity. 1 game employs an approach known as"notion mix" By yourself or together with different gamers, you can unite arbitrary notions or matters in fresh methods, to observe who's got the optimal/optimally notion. A toaster and also a toaster, say, might generate a notion to get an indication that assesses the elements also corrects the material so ("are available from their warmth to get a cool drink," or even"are available from this rain and also heat up together with all our gourmet java ") .

Do not Await Deadly Creativity

C-reactive inspiration can hit any moment, however, it strikes far more usually whenever there is certainly a job rather than ready. Therefore, in the event that you'd like to think of creative creations, begin emotionally re-designing what you visit. Envision an improved bike, quicker email assistance, or even perhaps a chair. Carry on reading for fourteen days, also it'll wind up a custom.

Of course, ingenious creativity goes past resolving specific difficulties or inventing matters. Truly resourceful heads are constantly inventing all the questions also, but perhaps not only the remedies. In the Event You Would like to be creative all of the Moment, concentrate on 3 matters:

Inch. Modifying up your view. A kid may possibly believe working only to work (to retire) is absurd. Believing out of this perspective could supply you with a few ideas on how you can make money doing things you enjoy. Watching the entire world for a stand sees it may possibly grant a painter ingenious brand new notions. Studying matters in a person's view is actually a sure means to discover creative developments to get a small business. Watch everything from a few viewpoints.

2. Hard your own assumptions. Imagine should restaurants did not possess staff members? Folks fork out a system since they input feed on their own in a buffet, and what's just as automatic as you can, therefore 1 owner-operator can conduct a huge restaurant independently. Challenge your entire premises to get training. Would you truly need to cover hire? Do pools want h2o? Could exercising be described as a terrible point?

3. Allow your thoughts to run crazy. Can one flying mattress look absurd? It might lead to this notion of the helium mattress. After you put it off at the early hours, it ends outside of this manner up into the ceiling. Great for smaller flats. Do not stifle your imagination. Hurry, and allow thoughts to encounter. You may always shed them afterward.

For all these ways for always a habitual aspect of one's believing, utilize these on a regular basis. As it requires a few months to come up with a custom, remind your self to utilize them daily. Jot a couple of one's favorite methods over the card and take it along with you personally. Seem it on through the duration of your daytime and then implement the methods to any such thing. So on, you will truly have even more creativity.

7 TIPS TO MAKE YOU MORE CREATIVE

Lots of fantastic points have begun being a basic, ingenious notion. Think about donating a few of the finest thoughts to others. The more creative you're, the more thoughts you are going to be in a position to produce. It may be innovative even in the event that it's the case that you never believe you're

I've understood lots of people who were terrified to employ a pc to get its very first couple of situations. However, following plunging right into it that they became much comfortable. These certainly were eager to have a hazard and make a few faults. The end result has been a skill to learn and also perform things they'd not be in a position to complete with the employment of some type of computer keyboard.

Staying inventive and believing up world-changing notions does occur in an identical manner. Everybody else could be inventive nevertheless they've to become eager to begin. The imaginative method will subsequently be much far more natural as time passes.

Take to the next tips to Assist You on your trip be creative:

1. Report your thoughts about anything that is convenient and comfortable at as soon as. What's very important in which you just list your thoughts. Back in earlier times, I've forgotten thoughts I thought about if I had been really on a wander. I take an electronic recorder together with me those struggles. Sometimes I utilize my own laptop or computer, journal or notepad. Choose what's going to do the job well for you personally and make certain you own a means to list your thoughts constantly. Now you can't as soon as a crucial idea is going to soon surface.

2. Do not confine your self to notions that look potential. Catch each one of your thoughts. Even the ones who seem hopeless to execute are all necessary to get a handful of reasons. To begin with, what sounds hopeless that you may possibly perhaps not be hopeless sometime in the foreseeable future or to get another person. Secondly, hopeless notions encourage additional ideas that may become more inclined to become carried out.

3. Alter your scene or place. A big change in the landscape may trigger the image inside it. A switch may be as easy as searching outside a window. You may even visit somewhere new such as a playground, shore, or even mall. The newest natural environment can boost fresh thoughts.

4. Continue reading several themes. It's astonishing how lots of matters in an entirely unrelated subject matter might prompt new thoughts. By bettering your comprehension to far more regions, you make your own imagination capacity develops.

5. Proceed to get a stroll. One of my finest thoughts has taken place after I had been on the wander. This pertains to some sort of mild workout. I know about the others who have created content and addresses even though walking or running.

6. Concentrate on 1015 minute increments. It can not require a large sum of time for you to emphasize some perspective notions. The truth is that brain-storming works better when accomplished for brief amounts of time. Concentrate to get a couple moments on crank out because many thoughts to tackle some certain issues or areas. Subsequently, catch whatever comes in mind through the entire remaining part of your afternoon (see hint no 1 ) ). You'll have a lot of suggestions for concern for tiny investment punctually. Some of these can be something enormous for others.

7. Assume enormously. What are you really requesting to prompt your own thoughts? The more expensive the query, the bigger the effect those thoughts will have in the whole world. It's possible for you to begin by fixing bigger issues however do not confine your self to people. You've got particular adventures, wisdom, and skillsets that need to be implemented to aiding the others onto a more grand scale too.

Practice these tips and you're going to certainly be in the solution to making thoughts having the possibility to modify the whole world. Do not allow your prior deficiency of imagination save you from growing and devoting your own ideas. Get going now.

7 BLOCK

Every one of us gets got the capability to become more creative. It's part of the normal make-up as individual beings. The trouble is that, far too often, we obstruct our normal creativity and so make problems in thinking and give ourselves more issues than we all should. Listed here are a couple methods to start up your natural imagination and also maintain the channels unblocked.

1. Don't Make Assumptions. Once we suppose, we usually make an"ass" out of"un" and"me". Assumptions are cases of lazy thinking. All of us just don't wait to get all the advice we will need certainly to come back quickly to the proper decisions. There is the narrative of the client in the lender who after cashing a cheque and turning to leave, returns and says: "Pardon me personally, I think you've left a mistake" The cashier reacts, "I'm sorry but you'll find nothing I could really do. You ought to have relied on it. The moment you drive away we have been not responsible." Whereupon the client responses: "Well, fine. Thank you for the excess $20."

Tip: whenever you're feeling the need to attract conclusions, simply wait before you've got all of the information.

2. See Things From Different Points Of Watch. A really open mind is keen to simply accept this, maybe not just do other folks possess others simply as legitimate points of view from theirs, but that these other things of opinion may be much more valid. A narrative has been told the Lebanese painter Pablo Picasso was traveling to get a railway over Spain once he experienced dialog using a prosperous businessman that was oblivious of contemporary art. As evidence that modern-day art didn't properly represent reality, '' he took out a photo of his wife from his wallet and said: "That is how my partner should look, not in certain silly stylized representation." Picasso shot the photo, studied it for a few seconds and inquired: "That can be your wife?" The company nodded. "She's very modest," observed Picasso wryly.

Suggestion: Do not have a monopoly on how matters are. Things aren't always what they appear to be. Be ready to take into account different points of perspective.

3. Avoid Yo-Yo Contemplating. Many folks tend to get the inclination swing out of a highly positive mood about a second to a highly bad one the next, all as a result of everything they see in front of them. It is similar to a yo-yo: up one minute down the next. It really is far healthier to remain neutral rather than allow feelings to get the best of you.

Hint: Recall that things are seldom as good - or as bad - because you possibly imagine that they are.

4. Do Away with Lazy Pondering Habits. Routine can be an important stumbling block to clear thinking and another example of prevailed. Try this experimentation. Write the Scottish down surnames Macdonald, Macpherson, and Macdougall and request someone to announce them. Now adhere to along with the terminal equipment and see what the results are. A lot of people will probably mispronounce it. This really is only because we are apt to feel in habitual ways and usually do not enjoy what doesn't suit.

Suggestion: Do not feel that, only because matters took place in a certain way after before, they will happen like that again.

5. Do not Believe to Be an Old Person, Consider as a Child. Study shows the number of synapses, or connections, in the brain is significantly more than a young child 2 than in a normal adult. The reason for it is that, even though a young child of 2 has no restricting planet perspective, as older people we all do. It really is like a sculptor who starts off with a huge block of clay, more than he needs, and then gradually gets rid of the clay because he molds his or her sculpture. When we use our mind as a youngster, taking everything without any ruling we are able to halt and reverse the brain aging process.

Hint: Don't Be Worried about the fantasy old. With the most suitable stimulus and also a passion for learning, you are able to actually improve the human brain's powers.

6. View The Detail Together with The Big Picture. You might understand the poem by John Godfrey Saxe known as"The Blind Men and the Elephant". This informs how 6 blind men of Indostan go to see that an elephant and each takes to work out what it can be from touching it. One blind man strikes the tusk, another the trunk, another the tail, and so on. Of course, not being able to observe the whole elephant, they come to wildly different conclusions.

Suggestion: Try and maintain the major picture in front of you while looking at details. It's going to assist you set everything in its own appropriate position and circumstance.

7. Think For Yourself. Using our time to think remains frowned on in many establishments that trophy activity around creativity. Men and women who work in creativity-constrained associations are likely to assume the direction they are supposed to believe, or as an alternative fuel, or has always been the way to presume. It's like the blinkered believing that Hans Christian Anderson clarifies in his story of"The Emperor's New Clothes". Everyone within the land won't understand that the emperor is naked and was duped into thinking he is putting on a splendid costume because of his coronation. Only a young boy who has been unwell and not bashes to the cultural brainwashing can see the facts and yells out: "Look, everyone, the Emperor is wearing no clothes"

Suggestion: Do not let others tell you how to think. When others ask your comment, tell it to them straight.

As soon as you make those 7 methods a portion of your habitual thinking routines, you are going to end up with how easy it is always to come up with innovative, innovative and creative solutions to each one of life's issues.

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tessatechaitea · 4 years

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Darkstars #8

Worst homecoming theme ever.

This is the last issue of Darkstars I own. I'm a little bit sad that I own this one because this cover is poo on fire. I suspect that Past Me, much like current me, never looked at the covers of the comics as he bought them. He just saw the title and grabbed the magazine, adding it to the pile to take to the register. Usually when the cashier is ringing up my comics is the first time I'll really look at the covers and I'm not the type of person to grab the cashier's hand as they pick up a comic book to ring it up and yell, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not so fast! This comic book looks like runny diarrhea! I'm putting it back." No, I'm more the kind of person who notices how awful the comic book looks and simply lets out a nearly inaudible, haunting moan from the deepest part of that part of me my old friend Soy Rakelson would probably call a soul. I just call it the part of my brain that's going to get the skewer first when I finally decide none of this Goddamned pain is worth it anymore. Look at this fucking terrible cover. This 90s art is the kind of art that was (and often still is) hailed as dynamic by critics and fans who never seem to know the difference between "dynamic" and "posed." This doesn't look like a shot of these idiots having just finished a battle with a mechanical bull. It just looks like they stood in line with their prom photo tickets until they were waved over and told to look at the camera and smile before being hustled off the stage for the next couple's chance at a shitty memory. It's been a few days since I wrote a comic book review because I've been busy with my other project. I set up an Artificial Intelligence program to come up with new names for Xanth novels. These are some of my favorites: Centaurs Can't Masturbate The Boner Tree Titillating Minors Makes Money The Word Bosom Fifty Thousand Times in a Row No Matter How Many Naked Women are Described, Never Mention Their Genitals Whoops! That Scene Was Too Sexy In This One, A Dragon Fucks a Duck The Human Nickelpede Seriously Though. They Can't Fucking Masturbate! Seventy Unfunny Puns and Sixteen More That Don't Make Any Sense This Book is the Merriam-Webster Definition of Chauvinism Convicting Somebody of Rape is Embarrassing for Both Parties So Maybe Just Forget About It? Whoops! I Gave a Ten Year Old Female Centaur Huge Boobs. Can We Fix This in Post? If You've Read Piers Anthony's Other Books and Enjoyed Them, Maybe You'll Like This Book That He Put Way Less Effort Into Magic Doesn't Recognize Same-Sex Relationships But a Human Can Fuck a Goat and Produce a Mutant Offspring

Oh no! Are they planning on destabilizing a region so they can send in the military and take control of its oil?

Eight issues in and I haven't discussed the Darkstars uniform. Ignore the one on the cover; the artist completely fucked that one up. Just check out the one on the panel scanned above. What's with the piano keys theme? Will we eventually learn that they're powers are tied to music in the same way the Green Lantern power is tied to emotion? Did Grant Morrison ever use the Darkstars in his Multiversity lore as the movers and shakers of the harmony of the spheres which allowed for the different universes vibrating on different musical frequencies? But most importantly: can you play Chopsticks on a Darkstars' chest? Another great (?) aspect of the Darkstars uniform is the huge arrow pointing at the crotch. Whenever I wear super tight material that hugs my junk and exposes my intimacy, I love to call attention to it. "Hey hey hey! Ladies and Gents! Have you ever wondered exactly what my cock and balls look like? Check it out! Also this isn't vulgar because you're looking at cloth and not my skin even if the cloth hugs every wrinkle and vein. So please stop trying to have me arrested." It turns out "The American Way" isn't destabilization of countries who have resources that Americans want but don't want to pay for; "The American Way" is advertising jobs for needed positions. Man, that's so boring. And yet, it's the most interesting part of this comic book series so far!

In 1993, what does "some familiarity with computers" mean? That you've used Koala Pad and wasted tons of meat by killing bears on The Oregon Trail?

I know, I know! By 1993, people no longer even remembered Koala Pad and The Oregon Trail. It's just I don't really remember what was big in 1993. AOL Chat and Myst, maybe? You might also be wondering why Carla is dressed like a lunatic. Turns out, she's taking the Darkstars to a Country Western Bar. Yee haw! I'm pretty sure the first bar I ever went to was a Country Western Bar, The Saddle Rack, in San Jose, California. It was my 21st birthday and we were there because my friend Bob and I had made a pact when we were ten that when we turned 21, we were going to ride a mechanical bull. Bob turned twenty-one 23 days before me and he also remembered that stupid pact for eleven years. I also opened some presents that night and the woman I was dating gave me a Lobo t-shirt.

Geez, we get it, Darkstar. Your entire race was murdered. Don't make us feel guilty about having fun just because your people "used to have fun too."

What a dumb question, Carla! Obviously he knows what music is. He's got a fucking piano painted on his chest. While Darkstar hits the bar, Homeless Mo hires an office manager and K'lassh destroy's Darkstar's ship in orbit. Also, I should probably stop calling Mo Douglas "Homeless Mo." He lives at the office now!

Ugh! What's with all this political correctness and virtue signalling?! Why can't this old comic book be more like, um, older comic books and just stick to bank robberies and punching bad guys? I mean super villain bad guys bent on taking over the world and not white supremacist bad guys intent on taking over America! I mean, well, you know what I mean! Just have the good guy punch the obviously bad guy who doesn't need to espouse terrible social beliefs that I might also espouse! We know he's bad! Just make him generally bad or you're going to alienate your readership! I know racism is bad! But shoving it down my throat like this just makes me think, "Maybe it's not so bad?"

That previous caption was satirical and not actually my personal feelings. See, the thing about writing is that you can write whatever you can imagine and it doesn't make the thing you've written some secret insight into the truth of the writer. It's just shit that was typed in half a second without any thought at all behind it. Except, I mean, there was a lot of thought behind it. And a lot of that thought was less about Comics Gaters types currently spouting a lot of that kind of garbage and more about comic book fans writing letters to old comics that were saying the same kinds of things twenty and thirty years before it got a stupid "Let's append -gate to another word!" name. Also, it did not take half a second. Mostly because my brain is broken and it took me forever to pull the word "alienate" out of it even though it was the word I wanted to use and I knew the definition and could almost hear the word in my head but my brain was all, "Fuck you. Why should I give you this word you're seeking? You know how many hits of LSD you rammed through me, you careless asshole? Get fucked!" Darkstar takes an interest in the mechanical bull and is all, "Aw, that doesn't look so tough! Not like this space mechanical bull from this place in space I know!" Some drunk and tough cowjerk hears Darkstar's comments and simply assumes, like I assume he always assumes, that Darkstar is emasculating him with his words.

Beau is the Lobo of the Country Western Bar.

Darkstar decides the best way to calm the situation is to ride the mechanical bull. Beau watches him and yells, "He's the best I've ever seen!" It begins to look like Darkstar's plan is going to work until some other rube tells Beau, "That guy ain't human!" Beau goes full redneck and is all, "Yeah! He ain't! That means I have a duty to try and get him killed!" He then throws the switch on the mechanical bull to "Do Not Attempt This! Dangerous! Why Did We Even Add This Setting?!" Carla cold cocks Beau to help save Darkstar even though he doesn't need help. Wasn't she listening when he told his story about the space mechanical bull in space and how it was way harder than the Earth version? Darkstar breaks the mechanical bull with his crotch and will now have to pay for the damages. It's a good thing he's saved all that gold by firing Flint last issue. I don't know if it ever happened because this was the last issue of Darkstars I ever read but I hope Beau came back as a villain and called himself Low Beau.

Dammit. Now I want cake.

Carla writes a check to pay for the damages to the bar just as K'lassh arrives. Carla decides to keep her checkbook out. Darkstars #8 Rating: B+. I don't know if this issue was better than the rest because I knew it was the last issue I was going to read or because it objectively was better. At least I didn't have to suffer through Travis Charest's 90s art. This issue was done by guest penciller Patrick Zircher! Basically that meant it looked like 80s comics which I never mean to defend when I say 90s comics art was terrible. There was a lot of 80s comic art that was fucking awful as well! But it was standard awful! 90s art was unbearable because it was objectively terrible in so many ways (anatomy, asymmetry, overuse of specific tropes) but people proclaimed it the greatest art they had ever seen. I wouldn't have minded so much if everybody was all, "Well, this isn't great but it's different. Let's see what happens with it for awhile!" Anyway, in my world, Darkstar was murdered by K'lassh and there was never another issue.

#Darkstars #DC Comics #DC #Michael Jan Friedman #Patrick Zircher #Scott Hanna

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***LONG AS HELL*** This is a fuck coworkers. ☺ I’ve worked at a popular retail store - opposite of Young Magenta (try and figure that out) - for almost two years now. It’s been pretty decent, management’s fairly nice, most coworkers are great, and the pay isn’t bad. But, just less than a year ago, the store hired this really young kid, L, lied on his application about his age to get the job, the whole shabang, whatever. He starts off as someone that’s really easy to work with, talk to, and get along with and he just seemed excited to be there, which was really nice. He worked exclusively on the salesfloor for the first few months, but then moved to cashier solely after that. That’s when he starts to become irritating. Young Magenta is pretty strict on employees pushing for brand credit cards and even though you’re not affected if you don’t get cards often, managers will look down on you. They tend to most often favor cashiers and give them the most hours, especially if they have high card per transaction turnover rates. Which, honestly, doesn’t bother me. I’m not a cashier, but my best friend is and she works damn hard to make her customers happy and get brand credit cards the right way. But L will sabotage anyone just so he can have the highest turnover rate in the store. There was this other guy who used to work there who he fought with all the time. The other guy was in the middle of processing a card when L comes over to his register and hits the escape button on the keyboard multiple times to get out of the application process. Like, that’s a dick move and management just ignored the situation. He’s also taken advantage of customers, especially the one’s that don’t speak English very well. He’ll ask them if they want to sign up for a card, and they’re not dumb, they know it’s a credit card, so they say no. He will then still continue with the application process without telling the customer, and they’re unknowingly giving their credit information to the company. At the end of the process, he tells them if they were approved for the card or not and the customer is, understandably, mad about this. I haven’t researched it yet, but I’m almost positive this is some type of fraud. As far as I’m aware though, no consequential action has been taken after managers were informed. All that’s happened is customers now have to give they’re signature so they’re made aware that they’re entering a credit card application process. L recently started getting a lot more credit cards (probably because of committing fraudulent behavior) which in turn results in more hours (which means he’s actually been rewarded rather than punished). He’s there every single day, staying longer when managers ask. He never leaves. Everyone was pretty friendly to him for a while, but only on a level of being able to tolerate him. Keyword friendly, not friends. I don’t know why, but he seems to take this as a sign to start doing stupid shit to his coworkers during store hours, right in front of customers. He’s throwing hangers, merchandise that’s needed to be stocked at the front counter at other employees, and most recently he’s learned how to shoot sensor pins with rubber bands. Our sensor pins are actual needles that are sharp and will hurt you, and any cashier that has accidentally dropped one can tell you they hurt when you step on them. So they’re kind of dangerous. I was closing with him a few weeks ago and we’re folding down a table together (after he had walked around the store doing nothing for almost an hour after we closed) and while I’m folding, he starts shooting the sensor pins at the wall right above a mirror (I think he stashed them in his pockets, I don’t fucking know). I tell him, “Hey, L, that’s pretty dangerous and you could hurt someone, you probably shouldn’t do that.” And that bitch has the nerve to turn to me and say, “No, the only people it’ll hurt are mannequins,” AND THEN CONTINUES SHOOTING THEM. I didn’t even say anything to him after that, it was the end of my shift, I was tired and I didn’t want to deal with him anymore. So the next day rolls around and I get to work. One of my coworkers is near the end of her shift. I’m out on the floor running a rack of clothes, and she’s out folding a table, waiting to be called up to registers to back up since L is main cashier. She sees me running and comes up to me and starts telling me that L has been shooting sensor pins at her and another cashier’s legs all day, and even told him to stop but he wouldn’t listen. She wants to tell our manager but is hesitant because she doesn’t want to come off as “that” person at work that’s going to tell on everyone, even though she never does it. I tell her to do it anyway, because in reality, L needs to be put in his place and telling a manager about the situation is really just letting them know about a safety hazard within the work place. It’s a killing two birds with one stone type of situation. The end of her shift comes and she clocks out and finds the lead manager at the time and tells her what’s been going on. She specifically said she did not want to come off as “that” person, but she felt what L was doing was a danger to hers and others safety and after asking him to stop multiple times with no luck, felt the need to let a higher up know and have them handle the situation. My coworker leaves and I’m running another rack when my manager approaches me and starts asking about what’s happening with L. I tell her what happened the night before, that he’s come very close to hitting me in the head with a hanger, and the same story my coworker told me. The manager then goes on to say, “Yeah, that’s not okay, I’m gonna talk to him about it.” She calls him over walkie and tells him to meet her in the office. Cool, situation’s taken care of. Nope. I’m in the back processing clothes with another coworker when L walks out of the office and goes on his break. The place where we process clothes and take breaks are in the same area. A conversation with L and others who were on their breaks comes up about hating some of our other coworkers. L says, “Yeah, *insert said manager’s name here* told me I have to watch my own back because not everyone here wants to be my friend and I have to keep my eyes out for myself.” I’m furious at this point. Even though after being told we were not out to get him and she was only being told this for the safety of customers and other employees, this manager had the nerve to manipulate the situation into making it seem like me and my coworker were trying to sabotage L. I have never been more outraged by this company than I was in that moment. This was done specifically because he’s getting brand credit cards. He’s annoying as hell to them, but they still worship the ground he walks on which is shitty because there’s a lot of people at that store that go above and beyond their job expectations and can’t get so much as a thank you for it. The higher up management is awful at this store, and our lower management who all cannot stand L, can’t do anything about it. I’ve been wanting to quit for a while but I think this is where I draw the line. The disrespect me and my coworker (and many others) have been shown is unacceptable. Hopefully I’ll be able to find another job soon, and when I put in my two weeks notice at Young Magenta, I’ll be sure to mention that my sole reason for leaving is that this store cannot fire or even write up a child who has no respect for his customers or coworkers and has no value to this company besides the amount of credit cards he gets for the store that makes us look good in the weekly reports within our district. Thanks Young Magenta.

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bronzerandlouboutins-blog · 5 years

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hustlebonezzzz · 4 years

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Lessons on Humanity as Taught by a Grocery Store

At 16, I picked up my first job bagging groceries at the local supermarket. I didn’t know it yet, but the people pleaser in me was about to learn a fast lesson about the very nature of people. Thus far, I’d spent the majority of my time around others my own age, and what I had gathered is that teenagers are damn crazy- which is true of course. We all know that. But subjecting myself to hundreds of people every shift would expose me to the town’s finest, savory and unsavory as they come. I’d soon learn that people in general are actually damn crazy, especially when you throw in the customer-employee dynamic.

Truthfully, it was an easy job. However, 16 year old me was a big ol’ softy, and a raised voice was enough to get the tears welling up. Frankly, I needed this job to burst my big softy bubble. Before the popping of the bubble, I spent the night before my first day on the job worrying about all of the wrong things.

What if I’m really bad at bagging?

What if I smash someone's bread?

What if I hit someone’s car bringing in carts?

What if my coworkers don’t like me?

Unbeknownst to me, a whole saga of wild interactions was coming my way. So let us begin at the root of it all: The customer.

Part One: Old People

It’s important to know that this grocery chain’s main clientele was that of the older folk. And the customer is ALWAYS right. Hell no they’re not. But you at least have to kiss the ground they walk on regardless. And that’s lesson number one: Swallow your pride. Customers, usually the old ones, have a funny way of making the easiest jobs seem hard at times simply because they know you have to swallow down that pride like a spoonful of sugar.

Not long after being hired, I dyed my hair a bright shade of pink, garnering more attention than I typically received from customers. And oh boy, old folks have a thing for colored hair. You could just see the burning temptation in their eyes to give their two cents on the matter, albeit typically not positive. But to my surprise, this bitterness I was met with only fueled me. I felt strong for maintaining my customer service poker face as they dished out the rude opinion no one asked for.

“Why pink? I don’t understand why kids these days do THAT to their hair. And the piercings too! Yuck!”

“Kill the maniac who did that to your hair!! Hur hur hur!”

“I just enjoy the color pink,” never seemed to suffice. But I would never break the smile. That’s key.

On the outside, my favorite duty at work was bringing in carts because it offered relief from the constant chaos unfolding inside. Being outdoors, however, didn’t mean escaping the old folks and their infallible wisdom just yet. Old men would shout at me that pushing carts is “a man’s job” or ask “Where are the boys?? You don’t belong out here!” The plot only thickened as some of the older gentlemen would attempt to push in carts for me. Naturally, they failed miserably. Cart pushing is an art form to be mastered, and I will stand by that statement until I hit the grave.

Part Two: Creepy Men

It’s not only “boomers” who had a tendency of being a bit aggravating, or at the very least, entertaining. I would come to learn that some choice men reveled in taking advantage of a young female being outside alone, on the clock, getting carts. What was more inviting? The fact that I was alone, or the fact that I was obviously working and obligated to approach every person with a customer service oriented attitude? Interesting.

With that said, I just want to put it out there that skrrting your car to block my path of carts, proceeding to ask for my number, and then getting upset when the momentum of ten carts slam into your car, is not an effective way to get my number.

Don’t get me wrong, being back on the inside wasn’t enough to save the young women from creepy men.

As a middle-aged man, if my manager tells you that I am “underage” when you ask, and you still come through my line to make the move anyway… yeah, I don’t think that needs further elaboration.

Part Three: The Karen

Ahh yes, the notorious “Karen.” We all know her, we all hate her. She’s the one who yells at you about the prices you have no control over. Or for your refusal to use the expired coupon that isn’t even for this specific grocery store. You look at your phone to quickly check the time, and she catches sight of it- instinctively abandoning her shopping duties to inform the management. She lets her kids destroy the candy you organized to perfection moments earlier. It goes on and on.

Honestly, A Karen isn’t necessarily even a woman and doesn’t require a mom-bob and minivan. If you’re entitled, irritable, and expect service outside the realm of the employees pay grade, you’re a Karen.

For instance, a man asks my dear friend, Taylor, to open his 12-packs of soda and bag the cans. No big deal. Taylor opens the boxes in the fashion most people would open a cardboard box, taking care to not disturb the carbonation within. The man is clearly annoyed with Taylor’s performance and asks “Are you on medications?”

Swallow the pride Taylor, swallow the pride.

Without missing a beat, the man then grabs a 12-pack of soda, cracks in half over his knee, and aggressively dumps the cans into the bag.

Part Four: Division of Labor

One thing I was not prepared for, however, was the customers who didn’t understand anything about the division of labor in the workplace. Perhaps it’s the fact that we’re all wearing the same stupid red uniform, or that customers see all grocery store employees as mindless slave laborers, but they all think we know everything about the store.

They also connect this with their fantastic concept of the back room, where apparently we have barrels of every product ready to be taken out to the aisles. The people who stock the aisles have their own shit going on with pallets and forklifts, so when a customer sends me back there looking for more gluten free marshmallows, it’s a guarantee that I’m just going to walk back there, do nothing for a minute or so, and walk back out saying I couldn’t find any. Because even if I did miraculously find it 40 feet above my head on a pallet, I’m not going on some Indiana Jones adventure to reclaim it for you.

Part Five: The Co-Workers

One of the things that I caught on to when working at the grocery store is the need to fight for an identity in the workplace. Because at any job, people want to pigeonhole you into easily definable categories so they don’t have to think about co-workers as complex human beings. For example, my position was as grocery bagger, which is a position generally designed for high school kids for the most part, at least where I worked. So in the eyes of the various departments of the store, baggers remain at the bottom of the totem pole.

Even as I grew older with the job, I found myself trying to prove the assumptions of my co-workers wrong. You had to confront people and advocate on your own behalf that you are more than what your shitty position implies. Especially when other departments think they can pawn off the work no one else wants to do to the lowly baggers, i.e. cleaning the shitplosion in the men’s restroom. Nope. Never ever. If I have to push carts during a Midwestern summer, I exempt myself from the atrocities that lie within the bathrooms.

Part Six: Corporate

My favorite part of corporate was the various “store improvement” tactics that they would implement. The most memorable tactic remains the “Red Carpet Service '' movement, where they demanded that the baggers do the carry-out service for EVERY single customer. Let me tell you, there is nothing more demeaning than staring into the eyes of a couple the same age as you and beg them to please let you take their groceries out to the car because management is standing right behind everyone, ready to crack the whip.

Another tactic was changing the uniform once a year, because that helps store performance, right? But seriously, I just want to know who gave the okay on changing black slacks to JEANS. Jeans may be cute for those working inside all day… but have you ever sweated in jeans? Have you ever sweated in skinny jeans?

My favorite tactic of them all was the new way of encouraging holiday dinner donations. For Thanksgiving, it was Turkey Bucks. For Christmas, it was Ham Bucks. If a cashier successfully obtained a donation from the customer, the next step was to get on the intercom and say “Gobble, gobble!” Or “Oink, oink!” I cannot make this up. Picture it, every 30 seconds, the song playing throughout the store is interrupted with a soulless “Gobble, gobble.” If anything, this puzzled the customers on so many indescribable levels.

Conclusion: Fever Dream?

No, the five years I spent at the grocery store was not a fever dream. But damn, as much as I hated my job, I loved it just as much. My strongest friendships came from that job, and there’s something oddly liberating about working with people from all walks of life, suffering together through a shift knowing that you’re all just doing what you have to do to get that coin and make it in the world.

Truthfully, the absurdities of the job made it all worth it, because although in the moment it was stressful and annoying, the laughs that came after with my co-workers were pure magic. Learning to laugh and not taking everything so seriously is the greatest lesson I could take from it all. We learned to laugh amidst the flames and sheer boredom.

It’s a guarantee that anyone who has worked a customer service job knows that faith in humanity can be destroyed and restored ten times over in one shift, but we can’t forget those that restore it. Not all people lack the ability to empathize and understand someone’s situation.

I am so incredibly thankful for all of the hours spent at the store and for the people who made the job difficult. I never in a million years thought I would miss it.

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There are Waiter/Waitress Resume and Cover Letter Examples. This post will help you solve the problem. Read the following.

Updated March 13, 2020

Are you applying for a job as a waiter or waitress? For some positions, you will apply by completing an online application, or you may be required to apply in-person. For others, you may be required to submit a resume and cover letter for consideration, including your waiter or waitressing skills.

When you write a cover letter for a waiter job, it's important to highlight the skills you have that match the job requirements listed in the job posting.

Your resume should include your most relevant work experience, typically in reverse chronological order.

1. What to Include in Your Resume

Highlight your customer service skills. Restaurant managers are eager to hire front-of-house staff who understand the importance of providing exemplary customer service to guests. Emphasize your dedication to creating positive guest experiences, your proactiveness in identifying diners’ needs, and your tact in responding to difficult customers.

Remember the importance of soft skills. Not only must wait staff have exemplary customer service skills: they must also demonstrate soft skills such as dependability, timeliness, flexibility in being available for different shifts, and a solid work ethic. Review this list of skills required for waitstaff jobs before you get started, then take the time to match your qualifications to the job. This way, your application materials will show the employer that you're a qualified candidate for the position.

Include all relevant experience. Provide descriptions of your previous restaurant jobs, accompanied by bulleted statements about your achievements and significant contributions in each role. Also mention any restaurant point-of-sale (POS) systems or other computer technologies you are familiar with.

Detail your education and certifications. In the “Education” section of your resume, list any college degrees you hold or are currently pursuing. You should also mention any SafeServ, MAST, or other industry-specific certifications you have earned.

2. Tips for Writing an Effective Resume for a Waiter / Waitress

Tailor each resume to the job. Both your resume and your cover letter should be revised to speak to the specific requirements of different employers. Read the job posting carefully, and then make sure your resume emphasizes the qualifications most valued by the employer.

A good way to do this is to include keywords in your resume from the job listing. Highlight the important words in the job listing (including qualifications, skills, etc.) and include them in your resume to demonstrate that you are a desirable candidate for the position.

Use examples. Review these resume and cover letter templates to learn what information you should include, how to present your most relevant experiences, and how make your application stand out from the competition. You can then use them as a basis for your own documents, personalizing them to reflect your own training and experience.

Consider the format. There is no single “perfect” format for a resume. Although most employers expect to receive resumes where one’s experience is presented in reverse-chronological order, you may find that a different format would work better for you, depending on the position you are applying for, your work history, or your level of experience.

Edit, edit, edit. Your resume and cover letter need to be letter-perfect. Take the time to thoroughly edit your resume, correcting any spelling or grammar errors (or have a competent friend do this for you if you feel unsure about your grammatical skills). The formatting also needs to be consistent, with the same style of bullet points used throughout and the same size font for all of your section headings.

3. Waiter Resume Example

This is an example of a resume for a waiter position.

Waiter Resume Example

Matthew Applicant 789 Billings Blvd Paw Paw, MI 49079 (269) 123-4567 [email protected]

WAITER Serving diners with enthusiasm and efficiency Can handle a high volume of customers in fast-paced environments, ranging from casual to fine dining.

Key skills include:

Friendly, outgoing, and personable

Multitasking

TouchBistro, Toast, and Upserve experience

Quick learner

PROFESSIONAL & VOLUNTEER EXPERIENCE

BETH’S BISTRO, Paw Paw, Mich. WAITER (July 2017—Present) Provide service for patrons at a fine-dining establishment.

Notable accomplishments:

Consistently record highest sales-per-shift average among staff.

Regularly asked to train new employees.

AUSTIN’S STEAKHOUSE, Mattawan, Mich. WAITER (August 2016—June 2017) Took orders, served meals, set and cleared tables, and dealt with the exchange of money at a fast-paced restaurant.

TOLL’S PANCAKE GRIDDLE, Paw Paw, Mich. HOST (June 2015—July 2016) Scheduled reservations and helped manage seating in a popular and busy restaurant.

PAW PAW NORTH ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, Mattawan, Mich. VOLUNTEER TUTOR (September 2016—Present) Tutor and mentor second- and third-graders in reading.

EDUCATION & CREDENTIALS

KALAMAZOO VALLEY COMMUNITY COLLEGE, Texas Twp., Mich. Associate of Arts degree, expected 2020

PAW PAW CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL, Paw Paw, Mich. Diploma, 2016

4. Waiter Email Cover Letter Example

This is an example of an email cover letter for a waitress position.

Waiter Email Cover Letter Example

Subject: Waiter Job Opening - Damien Finkle

Dear Hiring Manager,

Please accept my enthusiastic application for the waiter position you recently advertised on Monster.com. You state that Michael’s Restaurant requires a waiter with experience in the food industry, strong customer service skills, and the ability to work under pressure. I believe I fulfill all of these requirements and am therefore an excellent candidate for the position.

I have an extensive background in the food industry. I worked for two years at a fast-food restaurant. During this time I gained experience in nearly every aspect of food service. I took orders and served customers their meals, handled the cash register, and performed daily inventory checks. As a waiter for Michael’s Restaurant, I could assist not only in taking orders and serving customers but also in a variety of other capacities in which you might need assistance.

I have also worked in customer service for years. As a cashier at a grocery store for two years, I assisted as many as one hundred customers daily; I not only helped people bag groceries and make payments, but I also offered assistance in finding obscure products and effectively using our coupons. At Riley’s Fast Food Joint, I also interacted with dozens of customers each day; I always made sure to provide clear and thorough answers to questions about our meal options and the cost of items. I know I could bring this friendly, helpful customer service to a position as a waiter at Michael’s Restaurant.

Finally, I work my best under pressure and believe I would thrive in your restaurant’s fast-paced environment. Working at the grocery store and fast food restaurant, I grew accustomed to serving dozens if not hundreds of people daily. Despite the crowds and long lines, I always maintained my quality customer service. As the captain of my high school swim team, I also learned to handle extreme pressure. For example, when a teammate was injured during a swim meet, I coolly helped reorganize the team and put a new swimmer in his place. I was always the one my teammates turned to in stressful situations, and I know I would be equally cool, calm and collected as a waiter. My experience in the food industry and in customer service, and my ability to thrive under pressure make me an excellent candidate for your waiter position.

I have enclosed my resume and will call within the next week to see if we might arrange a time to speak together. Thank you so much for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,

Damian Finkle 123 Elm Street Albany, NY 12224 555-555-5555 [email protected]

5. How to Get Your Resume Noticed

HIGHLIGHT YOUR CREDENTIALS: Emphasize your customer service and waitstaff experience, restaurant industry certifications, and your knowledge of restaurant computer technologies.

SHOWCASE YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Quantifying your achievements in previous jobs with numbers or percentages will help make your resume stand out from those of the other job applicants.

TAILOR YOUR RESUME TO THE JOB: Customize your resume for each job to which you are applying so that it focuses on presenting the specific qualifications the employer is seeking.

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Supply Manager Position - Denmark Offshore Group

Here is what I received: he next step in the hiring is vetting for security purposes. The first thing you will have to do is visit our website (Denmarkog.com) click the “Apply for position” button at the bottom of the “Vacancy” page and fill the form. If you experience any difficulty filling out the form on our website, please contact us without delay and we will send you one by email. Please inform me as soon as you complete the form and I will confirm the acceptance. Depending on the results of the security vetting, I will contact you with details of any additional paperwork you may be asked to provide. The verification process can take anything from 3 to 7 days. Also I’m sending you further details of both the training period and the full-time position. As I mentioned in my previous letter, your primary responsibility as Supply Manager will be the establishment of stable purchasing procedures in USA. These procedures must take into account our ongoing negotiations with existing customers, as well as purchasing, optimization of product specifications, logistics and of course the preparation of regular reports. I have attached a brief description of our career opportunities. Denmark Offshore Group policy requires that before new employees are hired on a full-time basis, they must pass a training period before full-time employment. Training Period is paid. $2,000.00 per month and additional commission. Your working week will not exceed 8 hours, during which time you will be working with real projects, you will also get in touch with our suppliers. As part of your on-the-job training, you will study one business case and fulfill one supply chain theory assignment per week. During the probationary period, one of our supervisors will provide you with a detailed inventory of all the company’s upcoming requirements and give guidance on regulatory compliance and best shipping practices. Probationary working hours are relatively flexible, and you won’t be required to come into the office. At this stage, everything is done from home, including all studying and training. At the end of the period you will be invited to head office where you will be encouraged to share your experiences and opinions with our top managers. After we get results of security verification we will forward you pre-contract agreement. Pre-contract agreement guarantees that after a period of four weeks, you will receive your first salary payment. If you pass successfully through the training program then together with the salary check a long-term contract agreement, a corporate credit card and W2 form will be provided. When you have successfully completed the training stage of your employment, you will have an option to become a full-time employee or work on a part-time basis. It depends on results of your training and your choice. Some frequently asked questions: 1. Where exactly will I be working? - For the month you will be doing paid training in a part-time position working from home. When you have successfully completed the training period, you will set up a new office in your area. 2. How will I be paid? - In the part time position, you will be paid bi-weekly by cashier’s check or direct deposit, whichever is more convenient for you. 3. What are your expectations of me as an employee? - We expect you to procure the equipment we need, of the highest possible quality, at the best possible price, in a timely and professional manner. 4. What kind of equipment will I be supplying? - You will be responsible for supplying our offices with all kinds of office equipment from computer monitors, scanners, and printers, down to sophisticated photo, video and optical equipment. 5. Relocation? - No. 6. Do I have to spend my own money? - No! There are no any out of pocket expenses. We take all expenses. And, if you have any questions please feel free to contact me any time. I look forward to hearing from you again. Thank you. _____________ Sussan Laine HR manager Denmark Offshore Group Denmark, Copenhagen, Larsbjørnsstræde 3, 1454 København K +4578768327 +16304920841 Read the full article

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Fairness vs Access

Access and Fairness are not the same thing.

From the court system, “All persons will have equal access to the courts and court proceedings and programs. Court procedures will be fair and understandable to court users. Members of the judicial branch community will strive to understand and be responsive to the needs of court users from diverse cultural backgrounds. The makeup of California's judicial branch will reflect the diversity of the state's residents.”

Even though we are all human, we come with many different abilities, we have focused our education and training on specific skillsets needed for a particular career. We are expected to advance from being an apprentice to a senior position. Many factors can cause a change in a person’s career path over time. Such as finding the perfect type of work for yourself, becoming stuck in a dead end job due to circumstances beyond your control, making a horizontal transition to another career path, finding that your career no longer exists due to a disrupted technology advancement. Depending on the circumstances surrounding your life’s journey, there are many factors that may make access to a job seem unfair.

As I had wrote before, sometimes the only job you can get, is the one you create yourself. But, setting that aside, let’s continue reviewing the difference between a fair interview process and having access to a job opportunity.

Access to Job Opportunities

“Do you have access to job opportunities?” This question is not about the opportunities you want, but he opportunities you could take. Many employers use this same statement when delegating work and motivating you to do it, “If you don’t like the work I’m giving you, there is always someone else to do the work, and you can go work somewhere else!” Many politicians at different levels also use this statement as well. “If you can’t find the work you want here, move. Maybe you can find it somewhere else!”

These perspectives on access to earning a living, become problematic as more managers and politicians feel empowered to mistreat people, and force problems of joblessness onto another county, state, or country. In a capitalist society, this becomes known as a seller’s market or a buyer’s market depending on which way the market has more resources. Or lack of.

But, in specific terms, access to a job comes through the Job Boards, where jobs are posted. Anyone and everyone who feels that they are capable of doing the work are allowed to apply. However, management has to come up with a way to determine which job applicants are the best qualified to execute the tasks they will be given.

For this we begin looking at fair hiring practices.

Being Fair

Access to a job doesn’t stop after you have applied for the job. It’s in play all the way through your employment history with the company that employed you.

Let me explain from a different perspective. Let’s say you choose to open your own restaurant. In the restaurant you are allowed to choose the types of food you serve, and how you serve it, and how the patrons must behave while at the restaurant. It’s called, “Customer experience.” Your restaurant doesn’t have to provide everything that all the other restaurants do, in fact you are allowed to differentiate your restaurant from all the others. But your restaurant has a few amenities that every other restaurant must have.

First, your restaurant must have a door for patrons to enter. It must prepare food in conditions that are sanitary. Depending on it’s size, it must provide seating, and lavatory facilities. Let’s assume that these are the basic requirements for all restaurants. Just as a job posting has it’s own requirements for the work that must be done and how.

Now, here is a questions, does your restaurant have the right to restrict who it serves? The lowest restrictions could be: Shoes and Shirt. If you are not wearing shoes and a shirt, you can be denied service, due to health reasons. Then, there is being a nuisance, if you’re being a nuisance, you can be asked to leave. Another reason why someone might be denied access, is based on the privilege to enter the restaurant - such as needing to be a member of the restaurant's society. Or, you may have to wear a specific type of dress. Another way to look at this, is the restaurant has a “Code of Conduct!”.

Barring these factors, “Code of Conduct”, where a restaurant may not choose to exclude patrons is based on the protected classes. A protected class is someone who is: disabled requires accommodations, gender, age, ethnicity, income, personal and professional affiliations, or profession.

Available Jobs

Keeping with the restaurant theme, let’s look at the different types of work a restaurant has available.

Table Busser Chief Bottle Washer

Greeter

Waiter

Head Chef

Cashier

Restaurant Manager

Restaurant Owner

Again, keeping the list short, for the purposes of this article, let’s look at the different types of tasks that each member is in charge of. They are ordered based on the amount of interaction they have with the patrons and public. The more interaction, the greater the chance that the reputation of the restaurant may be tarnished by an inappropriate action. Thus as you are trusted to treat patrons and public properly, you are allowed to move up the chain of command.

The table busser is charged with clearing tables that have been used by patrons, and insuring that they are returned to a specific state to reset the restaurant’s experience.

The chief bottle washer is charged with washing everything used in the restaurant that is recycled through the restaurant - such as pots and pans, cutlery, dishes, and so forth.

The greeter is charged with insuring that the patron is dressed properly, that there is a place for the patron to sit, based on factors the management has provided (maybe disabled people are seated at specific tables), taking reservations, and ensuring that everyone is seated in an orderly fashion.

The waiter is charged with providing water when a patron is seated, seeing to their order, and ensuring that their order meets their expectations when delivered.

The head chef is charged with preparing the order as described to the waiter in a timely fashion.

Cashier is charged with collecting the funds from the patron based the meal they ordered, and how well it met their expectations.

The restaurant manager is charged with ordering supplies, managing the books, insuring everyone is paid on time, and resolving conflicts between the patron and wait staff, should a meal not meet the expectations of the patron.

The restaurant owner is charged with maintain a positive cash flow for the restaurant, building relationships with various organizations, and promoting the restaurant to the general public to attract business.

What does this have to do with access to opportunities and fairness. Many companies start with requirements such as these. Simple, job descriptions of what they are looking for, then tack on 2 additional requirements that are not stated.

The requirements usually fall into these 3 categories:

Technical

Cultural

Motivational

As mentioned though, there is a hidden requirement. Employers in the restaurant industry may be implicitly, explicitly, or intuitively seeing how well you interact with the public. The better this interaction, the better your ability to serve the restaurant. However, this could also threaten other staff, based on the fact that you may not have put int the time they have. If you are entering the chain of command, without having worked up the chain, then you are interrupting someone’s aspirations to become a restaurant manager.

Career Paths

When looking at access and fairness, we often look at the career path of the individual entering a prospective job. Supposedly, if everyone is equal, then you should be able to horizontally transfer from one position to another and keep your career path going. But if your career path doesn’t mesh with the companies established career path, then the company may not consider you a viable candidate, as you are using them as a stepping stone.

What is motivating you to work for our company? How will you improve the patron’s experience when they patronize us with their orders? Will you get bored doing this work, after a period of time, since it’s simple and doesn’t require you to solve complex problems? How soon will you leave the company? How much time will the company invest in you to improve your skills?

There are many different ways to build your career path. Most involve some schooling. And depending on what career path you choose, you will require quite a bit to schooling. For example, those that studying various types of restaurants and patron behaviors, would require extensive knowledge in both restaurants and in research techniques. As well as the requirements needed to publish their results.

But as mentioned, career paths can be interrupted by technology. What happens to the chief bottle washers job, when a dish washer is installed? This requires a bit of training to learn to operate properly. Instead of just running hot water and adding soap, and using a scrub brush to wash the dishes, now the restaurant can process more dishes faster, and insure cleaner dishes.

The chief chef’s job could be interrupted by the advent of prepared foods and microwaves. The restaurant may choose to limit their offerings to food that is created and prepared through a corporate office.

Or the corporate office may choose to build relationships with local grocers in order to create a larger brand name for themselves. Mari Colander, is such an example. This could both weaken or strengthen the restaurant as more people may want to experience the food as served in the restaurant, or they may choose to eat at home to have a personal experience by mixing the restaurant’s offerings in a private environment.

My point being that a career path falls into the same problem that I expressed earlier, “If you can’t find the work you want here, move. Maybe you can find it somewhere else!”

Access vs Fairness

While employers may be looking for specific skills, how are they supposed to determine if you can complete the task? This is why many people choose to become the owners of companies, vs the employees, so that they can control the hiring and firing of people, the experience their patrons have, and more. However, they are left with only their own experiences to determine how to manage the problems that arise in running a business.

Thus, this perpetuates the same old problem, “There is the right way, the wrong way, and my way!” Unfortunately, “My Way!” happens to be shaped less and less by educated moves, and more and more by legal challenges brought forth by various parties as employees, prospective and former employees, as well as patrons. And, then every now and then, the politicians get into the game by reshaping the rules of how restaurants should be maintained.

The rules of how a restaurant should be maintained, is what is known as, “The ability to enter a market” As a prospective restaurant owner, you have to file for the appropriate permits to run a restaurant. And, then you have to maintain those permits. These are “Barriers to Entry!”

Just as an employer must determine if you are fit to complete the task given to you, so much the general public trust that your restaurant is fit to serve them. If it is not, then who are the responsible parties that allowed your restaurant to have cockroaches in the refrigerator, that caused food poisoning of many elderly patrons, who are now hospitalized, and not only preparing to file lawsuit but also destroying the reputation of your restaurant and the industry as well.

The Conversation

The point I am trying to make is that while you have access to many different jobs, the methods employed may not be fair to judge whether or not you are fit for the task. And, it may require advanced degrees to help you see how certain practices are unfair.

This is the point I made in the previous post. The test you are given, may not fairly test your abilities as a restaurant manager, if you have been intuitively running a successful restaurant. Vs. someone who has recently graduated with a degree in being a restaurant manager, and knows all the factors involved. Thus one test may test for knowledge of the factors, while another test may test for your experience in knowing how to monitor and manage those factors, while another test may look at your ability to handle various complex situations that arise while being a restaurant manager.

I’ve only listed 3 different types of test in this example for just a restaurant manager. Think of how difficult the tests become, when you are the patient trying to figure out which heart surgeon to entrust your life to. Is it he one with the most successes, or is it the one who know’s the latest techniques in least invasive transfer, that keep infections down, and speed recovery?

This conversation, is not new, but it is worth exploring further to insure that you are being tested fairly for the position you are applying for. Unless you want to work at a position that is beneath your capabilities, and derails your career path. Or you could choose to start your own business.

#opportunities #fairness

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