Monday, April 6, 2009

There is no crèma in coffee-snob Hell

Yesterday was my 6th day of work in a row, which is not so much really, but I am not used to it there. I was so fragile that started to shake and went pale when I dealt with a scheming bitch that was insisting on a sketchy exchange of a stovetop espresso maker. She ruined my day, and although I hate to let that happen, sometimes it just does. All I can say is that there is a special cauldron in hell waiting for her where she can spend the rest of eternity with her kind drinking bad, bitter coffee and eating nothing but jell-o salads.


  1. Sorry you had to put up with a shitty customer. Hopefully you'll get a day off soon to relax and plot her horrible, timely demise :-)

  2. Oh, I don't want to kill her. I want her to have a long life, hopefully dealing with people like herself and maybe someday she'll realize that she is a total jerk.