He's So Not Worth It

Daily Field Journal of A

I’d been working at Jump, Java, and Wail! for exactly fifty-seven minutes. There was already a patch of sweat on my neckline, I’d cut my finger closing the pastry case on it, and gotten screamed at for trying to serve a doughnut I’d dropped on the floor. Apparently no one around here had heard of the five second rule.Fifty-seven minutes and I’d considered quitting thirteen times.“Can’t you just pour me a coffee? How hard is it? The cups are right there.”Make that fourteen.“Want me to come around and do it for you?”No. I want you to shut the fuck up and stuff that yoga mat you’re toting up your ass. Which, I’ll admit, was a fine ass. But still.“I told you, this is my first day,” I said through my teeth. “I can’t handle the coffee.”The woman snorted through her ski

“Make me a vanilla, chocolate, and coffee banana split.”I looked at Mitch Daly, the proprietor of Take a Dip ice cream. Then I looked at the clock. It was 10:30 in the morning. He couldn’t be serious. But he didn’t blink.“Um, okay. I can come behind the counter?” I asked.“You’re go