Sat Jan 10 12:55:15 GMT 2009
I went to the Starbucks stand for a coffee this morning, having run out of beans at home.
"We can make you Americano", the barrista said, "or you can wait for the drip"
"How long will drip be?", I asked.
"About three minutes"
"I'll wait for the drip"
"Are you off anywhere nice this morning?", she asked me, taking my travel mug and putting it by the coffee machine.
"Not really", I said, "just off to work"
Her colleague grinned at me,
"I guess it depends on whether you enjoy your job or not!"
"Most of the time, yes. It has it's moments -- I suppose everyone's job does"
"Ah, well, I love my job", she said, busying herself with the machine.
I smiled,
"Well then you're a lucky person"
I wondered about that later: shouldn't I love my job, too? Is it really only worth a "mostly" on the enjoyment scale, or am I just a bit more circumspect than the chirpy barrista?
Possibly I'm over analysing here, of course. I hadn't had my morning coffee at that point, as you know.