By Maude Perkins
My java retraining continued today with a five-hour workshop at corporate headquarters. This class was specially designed for new employees, and focused on memorizing the various prongs of the company’s mission statement. I was the only veteran barista in a class with ten doe-eyed coffee virgins; all painfully more willing and excited than the next to be cooped in that room for five straight foodless hours. I could smell their fresh naive blood across the room – it smelled earthy and nutty, with a full rich body and a dull acidity. Pairs well with . . . brainwashing.
Posted on October 16, 2006