So it's week two back home. I feel like my head is somewhere else. I'm in the clouds. Reality hasn't settled. I'm not Zo. I don't have any free time. I don't feel alive. I feel like i'm in a blur. I know I'm just adjusting...again. I'm ready this time though. I'm ready to be a Burqe(enya)o again. Or am I a Santa Fean? I think I'm just a New Mexican. Although, I may be Indian, or Mediterranean, or maybe Middle Eastern. I'm not sure. I'm a bit confusing.
The coffee shop is hard work. It's has been fun leaning though. We're learning all sorts of things...life lessons. It's great. I really hope our product is top notch. I want to learn how to pull the perfect shot on our machine. Today some crazy guy came in for a cup of coffee. He said he collapsed in the street last night and almost had a heart attack. I don't think coffee is a good choice for him. We're ready to be in our groove. We don't have much money now, we aren't making much money right now, but I'm optimistic. I think we'll be okay. I'm moonlighting now delivering pizza pies for Papa John's, and Lindsey is considering a job at the moment as well. I told her she should be a server at Buffalo Wild Wings... I was j/k though. Ha!