Guest Post Wednesday: Coffee Bliss

Dear Optimists,

Today, my brother and I started our workday quite normally. We were tired and hoping the expensive Starbucks would start kicking in soon.

It was slightly cloudy outside and about midday when a man in a Sparkletts uniform walked into our office (we have a water delivery service through them). He said that they had just teamed up with a coffee company and had an offer for us. Our boss is on vacation, so this sort of decision is left to me!

They had a new service where they would rent a Single-Serve Brewer to us for $5 a month and deliver the coffee for an additional $12. My brother and I snapped out of our working daze and the three of us started discussing what an awesome thing this would be for our office. It’s not limited to just coffee, but comes with teas and hot chocolate as well!

We pictured our impressed clients forgetting about all their troubles while sipping our fine coffee.

My brother pointed out the perfect place for the Brewer while I signed.

Mr. Boss will most likely not share our enthusiasm, but until he gets back it’s coffee glee for the rest of us!

Love,
Elizabeth of Currently Processing Negatives.

Guest Post: Shit happens

Dear Optimists,

Shit happens.

I hate to burst the happy bubbles that some of you may be living in, but ’tis a fact of life: Shit. Happens.

My shit for the day?

I just lost my job.

For those who don’t know (i.e. everyone), I was working at a motel, both as a receptionist and as a waitress in its restaurant. But the other night, I went in to start my shift and was faced with the harsh reality that I was now unemployed.

Okay, “harsh” isn’t the right word. In a nutshell, the situation was that my boss’ son, having suffered an injury that was preventing him from returning to work, was to be given my job. He is available 24/7; I am a humble university student who shall always put my studies first. Ergo: Jobless Jess.

My co-workers weren’t exactly happy with the news and were saddened to see me go; I had to reassure my boss that there were no hard feelings, as she seemed near tears; oh yes, you could taste the devastation in the air.

But you know what? Shit happens. And sometimes when shit happens, all you can do is say, “Bugger, eh?” and get on with it. Because every cloud has a silver lining. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Everything happens for a reason. [Error: Cliché No#4 Not Found.]


It is official – I have no job. Bugger, eh?

But I’ve had my whinge, and I feel better. Anybody else want to rant about their “Bugger, eh?” moments? It is rather cathartic.

On another note…

…Anybody looking to hire?

Love,
Love The [Unemployed] Bad Guy (Jess)