Berlinian bliss

I have a job! And it's a great one. Since one week I am officially working as a barista at Spreegold café, will be working full time there making and selling superdelicious sandwiches, espressi, cappucini and baked goods (had to do some advertising while I'm at it, huh?). The crew's really nice, mostly all German so obviously everything is in German as well, guests, instructions... Luckily, they're all very patient with me and even though I don't comprehend it all, they explain very carefully and repeat if I don't get it. The guests are very cool as well, chatty and friendly and international from time to time. Every now and then I get to shine when there's a party of Norwegians or Frenchies coming in. And there are plenty, believe or not!

 

Saturday was Halloween (if you guys weren't aware of that) and there was this big jazz/dress up party planned at Spreegold; I had to wear a black wig whilst working, very amusing. Unfortunately, not only did it shield my vision, it also decreased my hearing even more (the band was playing quite loud), so I could hardly hear what any of the guests were saying, add broken and drunk German to that equation and you have an extremely confused Carolina. Managed to work it out though and had a really good time!

So getting this job means I won't have to do any more babysitting in Spandau!! Hoorah! I don't know if I've mentioned it earlier, but that family is crazy, and not in a good way. I could seriously write a whole thesis on everything that has gone wrong with those children, but it's not my problem any longer. It's a tad tragic, but also comes to show to what extent money can ruin a person's standards and norms. As soon as I have gotten my salary from them, I am outta there!

So there, I am making coffees and taking names! Having a blast, can't wait to get my first real paycheck so I can live a little too. Am so over being poor, being poor sucks. It is so 2008.