Cafe Observations

I'll pay
No you will not!
Don't take her money
Here here.
Stop it. You always do this!

The lid on my cup came off. I could have spilled hot coffee on my baby.

My coffee is cold. Can you heat it up in the microwave?

I have waited in line to order for 10 minutes and now I have been waiting 15 minutes for my coffee.

You just need to change the throw on the pour there a little.

It's really busy! Well lucky people are understanding.
Not always. People get pretty horrible when they have to wait.
Really?
Yeah, I just had someone correct me on how to pour his coffee.
Really?
Yes. 


This post is partly about complaining about the treatment I have received from customers. It is also a reflection on people and anxiety in society.

I suffer from anxiety and depression. I know how to stress and be sad better than most. Yet when I am at work when I am the person working weekends and public holidays and we are super busy it is the customers that get stressed and annoyed with me. They are the ones that complain about wait times and how I made their coffee.

They are so stressed about having the power in relationships with their friends that they MUST pay for the meal. They must pay lest they be placed under the power of their friend once again who ALWAYS pays.

Is it just people pn the lower north shore who do this or is it australia?

I have this friend who comes in. She's from the ghettos in Chicago and now lives on the lower north shore of Sydney. Bit of a change. Anyway. She is always a delight and her children always so kind.

She is never sweating the small stuff or getting angry with children. She always has time to be kind and polite.

RJ. A young man from Compton in LA. Runs basketball camps during the school holidays. Such a delight.Why is it that he despite his stresses in life and living as a black man in the lower north shore is so kind and encouraging to see around? He has plenty of stories to tell I'm sure.

Why is it that some are so consumed with the small stresses in life and others seem to have the most amazing perspedctive on life?

My coleageu said to me, you could have also tripped and smashed your babies face into the concrete. But that didn't happen either. So why are we so indignant about the coffee lid?

Promises

The psalms have many people suffering. They turn their suffering to God. They pray.

Man sometimes I feel so sad. I just melt into the couch. Feel like I cannot move.

Am I to turn this suffering to God? Or do I blame him for the suffering either because he allows it or because he inflicts it?

Neither is good and he is responsible for both.

So I turn to God in anger and distress and I don't feel like calling him good but I believe he is there and that he is King.

The cry is to God to save. And the hope is steadfast that he will.

I want my faith to be like that of the psalms. Real with the pain but confident in hope that God is listening, will hear the prayer and reach into my life to save me from it and/or bring me through it. I am done with hopelessness. I am done with skeltical reserved perspectives that hold me back from confident hope because I don't want to be disappointed. Shielding myself from pain. Dare to confidently hope.