Monthly Archives: August 2013

Coffee Customer Capers

In case you aren’t aware, I love my coffee. Just to refresh you, a skim, vanilla latte from my coffee shop, The Coffee Emporium, is the best way to start my day. If ever we are meeting up, one of these and I’m quite content. I may even ask you for another one, a committed customer indeed I am.

Now, coffee aside, The Coffee Emporium is a seven day operation. With shifts and rosters, this means there are different baristas across the week. Naturally, they all know me and know what I have. I joke I am their best customer. However, if they had to rely on me to keep their business going, sadly, it wouldn’t. Such a committed customer as I, the staff even get worried if I am not in every day. The other week I didn’t come in on a Saturday and they were asking a friend about me.

Jen's Favourite Coffee

Jen’s Favourite Coffee

Some know my name and some give me a nickname. The Thursday night, Saturday and Sunday Barista calls me ‘Skim Lady’. I don’t mind it at all. Of course, I told him I would prefer if it was ‘Skinny Lady’ however that is a work in progress.

On chatting with the weekend Barista, it seems he has nicknames for other customers. My girlfriend who comes in is called ‘Skim Lady’s Friend’. There is ‘Lactose Free’ lady, ‘Extra Hot’ man, ‘DL’ man (as he looks like Darren Lockyer, an ex-Brisbane Broncos footballer) and ‘Weekend’ man. All references to how we like our coffee, how we look, although ‘weekend’ man only visits the shop, naturally, on the weekend.

I felt it was only fitting I return the favour to the weekend Barista and give him a nickname. It’s taken me quite a while however I have come up with a nickname for him. Yes, it’s none other than ‘Barista Boy’. There was some debate around ‘Coffee King’ however I much prefer ‘Barista Boy’.

Do you of any shops you visit that have a nickname for you?? Or do the shops you frequent simply call you by your name?

Jen xoxo

Linking up with Kirsty of My Home Truths for another week of I Must Confess. Congrats on the big more Kirsty!!

There was a Princess who made a BBQ Fork

I not sure I would say craft is my strong point. Although, I was very good at sewing and even made my year 10 formal dress. Actually, I topped year 10 sewing or as it was called, Textiles & Designs. I even sewed my bridesmaid dress for Nanna’s wedding. Yep, Nanna remarried at 64. But that’s a whole other story, although there is hope for me yet.

With all that said, there is one story to tell. As a fresh eyed high schooler one of the delights was getting to try all subjects in year 7. This was exciting. Much better than the boring Maths and English. I got to try home science (aka cooking), sewing, art, woodwork and metalwork. Now, I’m not a complete princess but getting my hands dirty is not my first preference in a list of things to do.

Princess Jen!

Princess Jen!

When it came time to try metalwork, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The classroom wasn’t as neat and organised as the others. It was very tradey and felt dirty with machines that I had already envisaged removing some of my fingers. I knew I didn’t belong. Nevertheless, I had to make a metal BBQ fork. I was slow to get going on this task and spent most of my time trying to get the boys to do it for me. Quite simply, that approach didn’t work. So, I was going to have to face these machines if I was going to pass this subject. I finally got the courage and started making my fork.

I even used the machines and still managed to keep all my fingers. In the end I had finished and was mighty proud of what my delicate princess hands had created. Then it came time to hand it in. You know how at school you all go up to hand something in to the teacher and you strategically wait until three quarters of the group has gone and then you slide in with the last quarter? I was in the last quarter.

It was just girls at the end and we were handing our BBQ fork in and then we could go. I handed mine over the desk and the instantly the teacher started laughing. I asked him what was so funny? He looked bemused and then politely told me the middle prong of a three prong BBQ fork was welded on the wrong way. What else could I do but laugh?

To this day, Dad still tells this story and gives a hearty laugh every time. It’s fair to say I was much better at sewing.

What creations have you made that haven’t quite turned out as planned? Do tell….it will make me feel better.

Jen xo

Linking up with Emily of Have a Laugh on Me for this week’s I Must Confess

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