“Memories are timeless treasures of the heart.”
Something I find fascinating about the human mind is its ability to recall the past and reminisce about previous events in our lives. We refer to these fun little snippets in time as our “memories”, and we each have a very unique set of our own.
Tonight I am once more reminded of how important our memory bank truly is. A little over three years ago I was scheduled for an interview in hopes of becoming a barista at Starbucks. I was totally nervous and really didn’t have all that much work experience to fall back upon to build up my cred.
However, I want to take the time to thank my manager Candice for believing in me as a person and bringing me onto the Starbucks team. I very quickly noticed how close all of my new co-workers were. Most of them had been there for YEARS and I was the odd ball out. Still, I didn’t let that stop me from learning everything I needed to in order to perform as a fully trained barista. A few months later, and BAM I was working all on my own just like the others.
I’ll never forget how quickly that first year went by.
As time progressed I not only became more confident at my job, but I began to discover other passions about myself in the process. I often found myself indulging in my “artistic abilities” by creating different chalkboards for the ongoing changes at Starbucks.
While some were more time consuming than others, it was a joy knowing I got to express myself at work in any little way. Okay, maybe I enjoyed “drawing” on the clock, but LET ME LIVE… there were WAY worse things I could have been doing.
(Typically those days I wore a clean apron and that in itself was enough to reward me with some chalkboard fun)
Slowly but surely I became very comfortable with my work situation. My managers were amazing with my college schedule which was always my #1 priority, and everyone for the most part got along. I can’t say for certain, but I most likely would have held that job all the way until I got my degree and progressed onto a big girl job. Which brings me to the real point of this post.
Tonight I closed the gate to Starbucks for one final time, to which myself or any of my co-workers will never return. Those same people I shared tears with when my dog passed away, those same people who I spent holidays with working instead of with my family, those same people who knew my personal life and were a listening ear, those would be the SAME PEOPLE I would watch all go separate ways after clocking out that shift.
My insight: I believe that everything happens for a reason. While it remains sad in this moment, one day I know I will look back at this chapter with nothing but gratitude. For it has taught me so many valuable lessons as a working individual and friend alike.
Thank you, to every person I had the pleasure of meeting on this part of my journey. I will truly cherish those memories with you all.