After nearly five years, I have finally frothed my last jug of milk. The end of my journey as a barista/waitress/muffin-maker/dish-washer/cleaner/order-taker has come to a bittersweet end, marking the move into fashion. Some may say I am being a little dramatic, you’re simply becoming a retail assistant. But I look at it from a different perspective - I grew up with my cafe family, and now I feel as though I am graduating into the real world.
I started working as a waitress when I was just 14 years old in December 2012. Since then, I have gone through adolescence, graduated high school, sat through countless hours of exams, got diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, gone to two different universities, dipped my toe into four different majors, two different degrees, been to Europe and America, got myself a long term relationship, turned eighteen, lost and gained many friends, and created my blog. And of course, made many friendships and memories at my workplace along the way. I basically have grown from a little lanky 14 year old girl into, well, an almost adult. It sounds weird to say, but I never thought I would leave. The job wasn’t just my ‘first job’, it was far more than that. It was the one thing that remained constant throughout the highs and the lows of the past five years - over a quarter of my entire lifetime so far.
Of course, I am beyond excited to be starting my new job. It will be my first and definitely not my last job in the fashion industry, and the start to many fun years ahead. But of course, it comes with a bittersweet ending. I feel like yesterday, at my last shift, I closed the door on my teenage years. I know, I know, firstly I am technically still a teenager, and secondly, I know how dramatic this sounds. But I am a writer after all, and we love to be dramatic, if anything. The job became not just a job, but a routine, the norm. Sometimes I didn’t even feel like I was working, the tasks were that drilled into me, and the people were like family not fellow employees.
But it is finally time to say goodbye - and I am not leaving empty handed. I am leaving having made many friends, some life long. I am leaving with an impeccable knowledge of the art of coffee - from how its’ made, to the different variations, to a bank of customer orders known off by heart. I am leaving with the interpersonal skills needed to work with others and customers, and with that, leaving with many friendships and bonds formed over a love for a good cup of joe. And of course, I am leaving with a full-blown caffeine addiction and coffee-snob complex.
So here’s to the next chapter - the next chapter of my working life, and the next chapter of this blog. It will be filled with far less coffee related puns and far more fashion editorials and the like, including lot’s more on travel, with three interstate holidays coming up very soon. This is a final thank you to everyone who has seen me grow up over the past five years, and a final goodbye to extremely early wake-ups, and my permanently burnt, coffee covered hands. A much needed manicure and sleep-in is definitely on the cards.