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Yesterday I got home from work, put on my pajamas, messed about with my sewing things and watched some Buffy in a desultory manner, and then crawled into bed, meaning simply to rest a bit and beat my headache into submission with horizontality and closed eyes as well as acetaminophen before making some dinner. Well. Next thing I know the phone is ringing, my clock reads 10:30, and as I stagger to stop the ringing I wonder what day it is and whether the phone is J wondering where the hell I am. Fortunately, it was 10:30 pm on Monday, not am on Tuesday, and the caller was not J-my-boss but J-my-brother. It was good to chat with him. My parents are away (in Oxford, lucky them, and I should have commissioned them to try and find me a used copy of Stephen Fry's Making History, except that BF#3 is going home to Canada in a few days and has promised to procure me the British edition at the Dominion price) so J is on his own. Doing wild and crazy things like watching Braveheart while drinking Guinness and eating day-old pastries scrounged from his coffeeshop job.
Tangent - apparently the Big Drink Of The Summer at SBC (Seattle's Best Coffee, the Starbucks competitor currently employing my brother) is the Naughty Toddy. Though to me a 'toddy' is a hot beverage incorporating brandy and lemon juice, to be consumed by overweight Edwardian gentlemen in smoking jackets nursing head colds with tobacco and scarlet silk handkerchiefs, SBC defines the term as 'iced coffee'. But not just any iced coffee. Oh no. This is coffee that has never been hot. This is coffee brewed by pouring ice water through coffee grounds and soaking (stewing?) for twenty-four hours in the refrigerator, resulting in a very cold and very strong brew.
The 'naughty' part comes from the stuff that's added: white chocolate, dark chocolate, and half-and-half. This concoction is placed in a cocktail shaker and violently agitated. According to the company-issued rolodex of drink-making instructions, the experienced barista should shake the shaker over his/her head and conclude the mixing process by flipping the shaker. The heavily sweetened 'toddy' is then decanted into a cup and garnished with whipped cream, shaved white chocolate, and shaved dark chocolate.
The worst part - other than being required to do Tom Cruise-style drink prep - is being requested to ask customers 'Have you been naughty?' As J said, 'I don't want to ask customers that. I don't want them to answer! I just don't. Want. To know!'
Golly, the fun I missed by never (yet) working food service. I've never had access to any amenity that I could gain popularity by supplying to my friends. J can give free drinks to friends (his manager actually pulled him aside to tell him so), and one of his friends gets 4 free tickets a day to any AMC theater. Me? Uh... I'll pull that document extra-fast for you! I'll, uh, I'll bring home old acid-free folders!
Tangent - apparently the Big Drink Of The Summer at SBC (Seattle's Best Coffee, the Starbucks competitor currently employing my brother) is the Naughty Toddy. Though to me a 'toddy' is a hot beverage incorporating brandy and lemon juice, to be consumed by overweight Edwardian gentlemen in smoking jackets nursing head colds with tobacco and scarlet silk handkerchiefs, SBC defines the term as 'iced coffee'. But not just any iced coffee. Oh no. This is coffee that has never been hot. This is coffee brewed by pouring ice water through coffee grounds and soaking (stewing?) for twenty-four hours in the refrigerator, resulting in a very cold and very strong brew.
The 'naughty' part comes from the stuff that's added: white chocolate, dark chocolate, and half-and-half. This concoction is placed in a cocktail shaker and violently agitated. According to the company-issued rolodex of drink-making instructions, the experienced barista should shake the shaker over his/her head and conclude the mixing process by flipping the shaker. The heavily sweetened 'toddy' is then decanted into a cup and garnished with whipped cream, shaved white chocolate, and shaved dark chocolate.
The worst part - other than being required to do Tom Cruise-style drink prep - is being requested to ask customers 'Have you been naughty?' As J said, 'I don't want to ask customers that. I don't want them to answer! I just don't. Want. To know!'
Golly, the fun I missed by never (yet) working food service. I've never had access to any amenity that I could gain popularity by supplying to my friends. J can give free drinks to friends (his manager actually pulled him aside to tell him so), and one of his friends gets 4 free tickets a day to any AMC theater. Me? Uh... I'll pull that document extra-fast for you! I'll, uh, I'll bring home old acid-free folders!
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Perhaps: "Have you been naughty? Don'tanswertheymakemeaskthat."