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Bitch

I told Michael that I was done caring about the coffee shop. We are exhausted. It either flies or it doesn't. Life is too short to be stressing like this over this business.

People don't make their purchasing decisions based on common sense. So even though we have a local roaster, freshly ground, consistently brewed, excellent coffee blend and we actually pour your coffee for you, instead of serving yourself... and locally owned an operated, and convenient for the very wonderful price of 99 cents for a 12 oz small and 1.49 for a 20 oz large... people don't want it.

People are bold too. I have my homemade cookies out front, wrapped in cellophane and they will just start pressing on them to determine which is the softest. Some people are asking me 'how long ago were these baked'... like there was ever a question of freshness. Or, "Is your coffee fresh?"

I've started saying "No" sarcastically in attempt to get them to laugh or be disgusted but the truth of it is that even at Wendy's I rarely encountered this sort of thing. It's common here, and they are becoming ruder. It's like the low prices brings out the assholes and tightwads. This isn't a yard sale, it's a business. Better respect or move the fuck on.

So it comes as no suprise if I say that if our sales don't pick up, then I am happily returning to work after I finish my book. Hopefully my book will get picked up and I won't have to work other than for just the simple and sheer joy of creating art and writing.

I guess some part of the sweet girl who would do anything for anyone is just not there anymore. I am finding that I don't have the energy that I used to (especially with my neck injury) invest in everyone else's lives. Sure, I still have compassion, sure I still have a strong sense of empathy. But I can not afford anymore to let my compassion and empathy put me in compromised positions. I sensed going into business (and the nursing field) would kill some part of me as I kept turning around and seeing how everyone was just after my money or what I could give them without commitment from them.

I determine how I let people treat me. The doormat is gone. Behold the bitch.