My favorite thing about being a barista was that I could be myself. In better times, I had fun. I loved doing it! I loved learning how to make coffee. At worst, I could give people something for free. A coffee, a pistachio chocolate croissant. And it would make me happy.
I work in a cubicle. There is nothing we can do to make people happy. I cannot be myself. It's so sad, so distressing being here. I'm getting high and trying to do things to distract myself from the misery of waking up for a job I hate.












