I had been locked up in the house for a few days. The wife was busy working and had the car. I had no transport.
With the volume of my nomadic being turned right down, it should have been the perfect opportunity to get more done.
But I didn't.
However, I did a shit-load of procrastinating, which is a lot harder than you think. I also caught up on much reading, which had fallen by the wayside.
I watched a lot of YouTube and dreamed up many ideas about making this newsletter work, reminding myself that Rome was not built in a day.
Maybe I am getting blindsided by the metrics I am using. Social media likes and money. I have been down that road many times before and failed. I should already know better...
Aside from that, when my wife eventually decided to have a day off, I was back in possession of the car again and in the driver's seat once more.
I drove to my local, commercially high-brand coffee shop. I wanted to be amongst the people. I felt this would be the perfect opportunity and place to get some writing done.
Some of my best work was born and conceived here.
Furthermore, this is one of the places where I find all my random and crazy ideas—just sitting back and watching people.
They all have a story to tell and subconsciously do so without knowing it. THANK YOU, nothin' like FREE MERCH and material.
Today was no different and gave birth to another.
I was waiting in the VERY long queue, becoming impatient over the fart-in-a-trance staff. Watching them was painful, and I knew I was in for a long wait regarding this much-needed cappuccino that my demyelinating brain was craving.
Still, despite all the organised chaos, there appeared to be a diamond in the rough.
She was a young girl, but she seemed to have a much higher level of efficacy than her colleagues. It wasn't difficult. She had no competition.
She looked just as exhausted as I was watching this lot. She grabbed the proverbial bulls by their horns and confidently reminded them they were only there to make coffee and do the washing up. Nothing more complicated going on here!
My brain suddenly grew hands and started applauding. This girl was going straight to the top of this Barista Corporation.
She was deep in the trenches and got busy pointing and orchestrating her staff. They were hanging on to every word she said.
I told myself that this must be what it looks like at home when my wife gets busy pointing her fingers at me.
Shoving a rocket up someone's arse like that and then lighting it must be so therapeutic and fill you full of accomplishment.
Secretly, like my wife, I admired this girl...
After what seemed like a lifetime, I finally reached the till. Because I am a regular, they already know my order (this is what makes the facade of having to wait even more frustrating).
But this girl I thought so highly of, I had only seen a few times before. She was NEW. She was AMBITIOUS. She was their new LEADER.
One of her disciples then served me.
I asked the barista if she minded double-cupping my drink as usual.
The new, self-imposed boss overheard my request and said to her foot soldier, "WE CAN NOT DO THAT. HEAD-OFFICE said so".
All of a sudden, my previous admiration for her evaporated really fucking quickly.
It takes a long time to build trust and rapport. It does NOT take a long time to knock it over!
