A little love from the Cafe.

The following are all little truths from my magical place of employment.

1. Whilst seating a table of ladies last week, I chanted off my usual spiel about "enjoy your meal," etc. etc... Rather than
simply thanking me, like many guests, or just plain
ignoring me, like many more, one lady looked me
in the eyes and, as honestly as possible, said,
"You look like a thousand feet tall."
And it was probably true.

2. It's no secret the entire kitchen and cleaning staff at the cafe are from the land of Español, aka Mexico. About half of these fellow employees speak English. While this seems as though it may get
old after while, I actually find it quite delightful. Although
they cannot speak English, and we all know that semester of
Spanish taught me nothing I couldn't pick up from watching
Dora and Diego, we manage to communicate. My favorite
thing is that many of them have learned my name
and,rather than just saying hello or hola,
they like to sneak up next to me,
look in my eyes, and say
"Leeeeenseee!"
It really is precious.

3. Yesterday a girl came into the cafe and, hoping for a job, and handed me her resumé. This is a little strange, seeing as most hopeful applicants simply fill out our outlined application,
but it was not a completely ridiculous gesture. In fact,
there was only one minor detail which
would inevitably lead to
my mocking her.
She included a glamorous head-shot.