To which I must honestly answer...
No I did not.
With the exception of physically depending on it since 2004, I had zero coffee experience. Being a barista wasn't a thing when I was in college. There weren't coffee shops on every corner.
I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
But when Jeremy text me and said, "Met a guy who's selling a coffee shop under some stairs in the Cannery District, do you want it?" followed by pictures, my heart gave two shits about the fact that I had zero coffee experience and I text back,
"Hell yes, I do."
I saw myself owning it, running it, being at home there.
Being really good at it.
I couldn't NOT do it.
Listen, people. You can learn just about anything on the internet. What I didn't have the patience to YouTube, I hired a coffee dude to teach me. What I already know how to do is drink coffee and talk to people. Those are skills, I promise.
The rest I can figure out.
Before I went to bed Monday night, I had a mini nervous breakdown. Nothing major. Just a lot of doubt.
A lot of fear.
Jeremy sat down on the couch and watched me pace around the room for a while and then he said, "Get out of your head. Just show up tomorrow and...work. You know how to do that. It's just a job."
And he was right.
I showed up on Tuesday, I set up shop, I worked, I took shop back down, and I went home.
There were successes. There were mistakes. It was, as they say, just another day at the office.
Except, it was kinda MY office.
So, no. The answer is no. I didn't have any coffee experience.
But, I do now.
Almost a whole week's worth.
Because when your husband asks if you want to own a coffee shop under the stairs?
You say yes.
Happy Friday, friends.
go. do. be(an).