so, I’ve started this small coffee shop in town, thinking it would be a dream come true. honestly, I didn’t realize how much work it takes. I’m talking about waking up before the sun and heading to bed way too late. I swear, coffee isn’t just for customers, it’s basically what’s keeping me alive right now.

it’s not just making coffee, it’s the whole package. making sure the place looks nice and tidy, dealing with suppliers who always seem to be late, and those random health inspections that show up when you least expect them. also, figuring out the right amount of stock is like trying to predict the future or something.

oh and, customer complaints. no matter how perfect you try to be, there will always be someone who’s unhappy about their latte. like, come on, sometimes I can’t even remember if I had breakfast.

anyway, hopefully it gets better or at least more manageable. I’m hanging in there, fueled by caffeine and a bit of stubbornness. if anyone’s got any advice or wants to commiserate, I’m all ears.