Non Sumptus Labora Est

My name is Arleth (pronounced Ar-let). A 20 something year-old gal with an 80 year-old soul. A dreamer, a realist, a gentle heart, a coffee addict, and a futbol fanatic. Full time optimist, part time pessimist. I still believe in the romance of fountain pens and printed books.

Spotted this beauty at work today.

Spotted this beauty at work today.

Dear Followers

If anyone of you work at Starbucks as a barista or as a bank teller, please feel free to share your experience as I plan on applying for these jobs in the near  future and are curious to hear your work experience.

Thanks in advance!

Today a customer told me I ooze intelligence to the point to where I look like a mad scientist.
I’d say that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.

Things I realized at work:
1. It’s true: firefighters and paramedics are good looking. Especially when you see them being all nice and heroic and helping strangers.
2.Customers will yell at me and call me a “fucking bitch” because I don’t give them the coupon discount if it is not present. Just doing my job Madame. And no, throwing your credit card at me doesn’t help the situation.
3. Diet Pepsi isn’t as good as everyone says.
4. Chocolate chip cookies are always a good idea.

Did I mention firefighters/paramedics being attractive?

Nothing says “I’m a responsible adult” quite like losing your house keys in your own house.

Am I the only one that tries to fall asleep while listening to The Black Keys?

So for my birthday I had two cakes: one from my coworkers and one from my family. I ate a little of both, some at lunch and some after dinner.
I’m assuming it was too much sugar, because I cannot fall asleep.
Oh well, at least it was a nice relaxed birthday.

Another year older, another year (slightly more) wiser.

I am quite looking forward to the tres leches cake.

Also, happy birthday Johnny Cash!

Starbucks gets it.

Starbucks gets it.