Night as I Was Watching a Movie,

¶ … night as I was watching a movie, I remembered about my summer. Last summer I worked as a barista in a popular bar. It was my first summer job and I thought that I will have a lot of fun. But working as a barista is not always fun, as most of the time it is hard work. What I know now and I did not know then, is that a barista needs to be a calm person and most of the times he must be a listener. It was a nice experience from which I learn a lot about people and especially about myself.

The barista job was a challenge for me because I needed to interact with all types of people: grumpy, sad, thick-skins, bossy etc. The rich ones, the teenagers and drunken ones were the hardest customers to satisfy. Because I was new in this field I did not know how to serve all the drinks properly or how to make all the cocktails from the menu. Sophisticated people were always asking me to do cocktails I did not know how to do by myself. Since I needed help to do the cocktails, obviously I was moving slower. Moving slower they always started to make faces. In my first day I was upset, angry and disappointed on my abilities, as I thought I could not do the job right. But after a talk with one of my work colleagues I realized that not everyone is good at this job at the beginning, but after a while one learns to be good at it.

One time I had a client who left his wedding. He started to tell me that he is insecure and he is thinking that he did not choose the right woman. When I asked why is he thinking like this; (if it is because she was cheating him with someone else) he said that this was not the reason. He then started to tell me his story. I found out that this woman, who was waiting for him at the altar, was in fact his former wife. They divorced two years ago, but after a year they met in a bar coincidentally and they had a drink. After that drink they decided to meet again, after a month of dating they moved in together. Last week they found out that in nine months they will be parents. This morning his ex-wife and future to be wife asked him to marry her and he accepted. They dressed for the wedding and they left for church, but he ran away when they arrived there. Since he told me his story and indirectly asked me for an advice I was forced to give it. I asked him about his insecurities in an attempt to have him provide the answer all by himself, as I was well-aware that this was not an advice that one can simply get from a stranger that has nothing to do with the person's personal life. He said that he is afraid of another divorce; he was thinking that they rushed things because of the pregnancy.