A trademark of the work I do at starbucks is my disturbing ability to not only remember people’s orders (or incorrectly remember the exact same order for a person every. single. time.) but to also remember their names. And often with my customers, I strike up conversations regarding their names, our lives, or something random from that day. A pretty good customer service skill, also part of the reason I made my blog. Continue reading The First Other Lena I Ever Met
Backstory: Last Christmas, my mom gave me ‘Brandy Chocolates’ as a stocking-stuffer present, thinking I would love alcoholic chocolate. She was wrong. Brandy has never been a favorite of mine, so after eating one chocolate I decided I was going to give them away to my friend at school who loves Brandy. Fast forward nine months – I still haven’t given them to my friend because I keep forgetting. So when I finally moved out of my last official apartment in Vancouver, I threw the Brandy Chocolates into one of my bags in anticipation of eventually actually remembering to give them to my friend.
As some of the people who talked to me a few months ago know, in anticipation for my European adventure, my apartment lease was up at the end of August. Initially, this meant I was going to be homeless (or more accurately, couch surfing at friend’s places), but thanks to the kindness of some really amazing friends, I have only had to spend 5 days homeless. How did this happen?Pure, unadulterated random chance with a lifetime worth of luck. Continue reading My Homeless Adventure
A few days ago at work, one of the customers looked at my name tag and asked, “Your name is so interesting, where did it come from? Were you named after someone?”