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don’t feel bad, i work if a cafe in the Google offices in shoreditch, i walk past logos constantly all day & i have no fucking clue what the colours are =/
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Amsterdam was fucking insane x)
Having to ease ourselves into things we all arrived at the coach station a little glazed eyed & the time we sat aside to sleep on the coach we replaced with excited rushes of conversation, it’s amazing when a group of people talk for 13 hours straight.
So we arrived in Amsterdam central station a little after 9 & made our way to the hostel with the idea to crash, however when we got there they were serving breakfast & after seeing the sleeping arrangement we decided to chat about this over food.
Needless to say 16 of us in a new city we got very easily distracted, after stocking up on all the Nutella & fruit we could stomache we went for an explore.
We made it across the road where we found a coffee shop & about 10 am we were all talking nonsense…
Meeting the others at the hostel (flying pig downtown: highly recommended) we quickly made friends & hours were wasted in the best way possible.
After this we did the obligatory tour of the coffee shops Amsterdam had to offer (sadly not a decent coffee in sight) we ended up at barneys, it was a little commercial & touristy yet hadn’t load of vaporisers I wanted to try which we’re amazinggg :)
The rest of the holiday is a bit of a blur, mainly due to breakfast consisting of 6 or so bong rips of the best northern lights I have ever tried, little of the holiday was spent sober, however I did do some tours & museums, the rest of the group spent their time either in the hostel or some coffee shop or another & my main aim was to see some culture & shit…
The sex museum was scary & the red light district was just purely bizarre, some of our group did shrooms & a random stranger decided to freestyle rap at me then throw a book at me before running off into the city centre bathed in a neon glow, this book had ‘self help kit’ on The cover & in my state of mind this really creeped me out :/
All in all an awesome trip, I just about survived beating in mind yesterday I couldn’t do anything except complain that I needed a joint, then complain how it’s nowhere near a good, a few brain cells have been left behind & simple task, like hand eye coordination, are guna take a while to get back to normal but nothing that doesn’t make me want to go back, I have completely changed my mind from last time :)
More happened, but my brain is now on shutdown mode…
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so tuesday was pretty intense
i had a job interview with ‘dose’ at central working; basically an in house artisan cafe for some Google offices in old street.
it seemed amazing with colourful sofas and shit everywhere (sadly i can’t find any photos but trust me, its the shit.)
during the morning it was a trail run of hospitality & events organising, our task was to design a service for a meeting with regards to everyone’s specific needs (basically putting out cups & biscuits & over thinking the shit out of how you do so)
this finished at midday where i was asked to come back at 4 to have a trail run in the cafe - the job i was hoping for (yet it turns out i may have to do both)
but back to lunch time, i was around old street so decided to take a wander to shoreditch to meet the adorable @allthatjazzm for coffee & biegels at ‘brick lane coffee’ as she arrived i was onto my second cup, i went to the counter to notice they had a sign ‘experienced barista position available’
so with nothing to lose i thought id enquire.
he just looked at me with a little doubt & said ‘can you make me an awesome coffee?’
he was definitely not expecting me to say
“really?… yea of course i can!”
even though i was buzzing off the morning & still shaking from the fact id gone the entire day with people judging what i was doing, I impressed him.
i came back today with my c.v. & decided to take a break & chill out for a bit.
when i got into coffee i fell in love with ‘brick lane coffee’, i love the fact its dirty & edgy & welcoming & dark & comfy & exactly what i want from a coffee shop.
yet dose is much more professional, the coffees are much more perfect (not better, just more perfect) i will learn a lot more & it seems like the pay would be better
to be honest id be happy in either, i just really hope either of them don’t get in the way of going to Amsterdam next week.
but yea long post sorry guys, needed to get this out to have some sort of structure in my life tho.
i started this not knowing which one i prefer but reading back it seems pretty obvious which one gets me more excited :)
life’s to short…
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We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?” My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.” Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks ‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’ It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it. Source : [x]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/400b276df72eda0cde6c7cc1d71bde98/tumblr_mkbiq2u4y91qmvz7to1_500.jpg)
We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.
I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”
Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’
It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it. Source : [x]
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