*Sigh of Relief*

Ok so I talked to my supervisor.  She wasn't as understanding as I had hoped.  I explained my situation with the hours and told her if we couldn't work together than it wouldn't work for me to be on staff.

Honestly, I am happy to be free.  Many of the other partners (or employees) were very kind and helpful.  Learning how to make delicious caramel macchiatos and frappaccinos was great.  But the environment wasn't the best.  I wasn't really challenged (except in the area of hours) and many of the partners spoke negatively about one another.  I am much happier now that I have time to spend with Hubs.  I no longer have to feel guilty about going to work and not grocery shopping, doing laundry, cooking, etc. etc.  I know Hubs missed me the few days I was working.  He was extremely supportive in these past days as I was deciding what to do.  I am so thankful I have such a wonderful husband.

Welp, I guess it's back to working out in the mornings and doing chores, preparing dinner, walking Othello, and doing homework in the evenings.  Life is good.

peace out.


Barista...yay! 30 hours...no!

That's right!  I am officially a Starbucks Barista.  I'm learning a lot.  I even made drinks for customers today!  Finally.  I am working at Starbucks.

I am truly happy about my job.  I love learning how to make good coffee.  I love making people's day with coffee.  It's definitely nice to have extra spending money.

The only thing I am struggling with is the amount of hours.  Now I realize most of you guys who read my blog have fulltime jobs.  That's amazing.  I applaud you for that.  I just can't do it.  It's just really a challenge for me to work 30 hours a week.  I am working 1-8pm shifts.  It works out great for my workout schedule.  It doesn't work out so great for seeing Hubs.  He usually leaves around 4:30 am and doesn't return until after 6:00pm.  Because he has to get up so early, he goes to bed around 8:30pm...the time I get home from work.  It would be fine if it was only 2 or 3 days a week, but it's every day.  I now struggle to find time to finish my final online class, do grocery shopping, and run errands.  The poor puppy has to be locked up for the majority of the day now.

I just started so I don't really want to complain either.  I'm just going to have get used to this whole working thing.  I'm hoping to talk with my supervisor next week about scheduling me for fewer hours.  I'm a total people pleaser and hate confrontation of any way shape or form, so this conversation is already making me nervous.  Please pray that I have the right words to say and that my supervisor is sympathetic and understanding.  When I agreed to the job, I was under the impression that part time meant 15-20 hours a week, not 30-35.  I just hope she understands.