Friday, December 28, 2012

The Triplett Apartment

The Triplett's: new friends of mine, dear friends they are becoming, and long lasting friends, I hope!

They invited me over for Christmas Eve dinner to their apartment down the road from mine. I've been there a few times before, but this week I had gone twice in a row! Not only for a feast, but to babysit their adorable 9 month old son, Elliott, who is, I say, one of the most adorable munchkins around. He is full of personality and big, charming smiles. My favorite is when he pats himself on the chest with one hand and then follows it with both hands in the air like he's riding a roller coaster. So precious.

Elliott in his Christmas present from Grandma. Yes, the roller coaster move.

Megan Triplett (In Every Season) is a sweet wife and mother who loves Jesus and shares her life with me in a real way. Her life resonates with God's wonderful plan and design for her life. Although she struggles (like us all), she presses forward and remains faithful and selfless in the life that has been given to her. Not only is she a wonderful wife and mother --her taste in home decorating also inspires me. She hasn't been in this apartment for a year yet, but she has made it a home sweet home.

 

It's simple, but cute. Megan also has some Country Living magazines hanging out on her coffee table - this may call for some Country Living subscription callings. But that's just it. I love the Portland + Country decorations! It calls to me. I yearn for a Portland-Country home. <333 

Things I love: 
1. Red Star on Christmas Tree
2. Framed Chicken Wire for pinning photos + the Christmas touch with the Christmas lights.
3. Old frames with wedding photos and cute letters (T for Triplett).
4. Simple wooden shelf for pictures.


 

5. 3D "M" decorated in deco.
6. White curved shelves in kitchen with colored pots with cacti.
7. Plates hanging on walls.
8. And of course, you can't forget the table that will hold our feast, decorated in colorful floral table clothes, with blue floral print plates and red checkered napkins!

Megan created a feast! Ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, and more. So good, and so filling. The feast was great -- also joined by the Buckingham family, Uno, and funny Youtube videos. Thank you Triplett's for having this single lady over for Christmas Eve dinner. Love you guys!

Mon.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Ah, the joys of Starbucks Partnerhood

In response to Leah Bookless' tribute to last minute holiday season shoppers, I thought I'd also throw in my own two cents and rant, just slightly, about the ridiculousness of those few/good few who have the entitlement to treat those on the other side of the counter, like petty little insignificant servants.

Leah, my favorite of yours. "The I-Can't-Believe-You-Don't-Have-This Shopper." Just brilliant, I can't write it in my own words you describe it so eloquently:

"Desperation really sets in during the last weekend before Christmas and this is the shopper whom I interact with most. There has been plenty of opportunity to shop in the previous weeks yet there is still a large group that puts it off until now. Over and over again, I have to explain that we are out of a product and consequently brace myself for the backlash. Phrases like “Are you kidding me?”, “How could you not have such and such?”, “I just saw it last week but I was waiting for it to go on sale!”, “This is just ridiculous!”, and “*various curse words*” fill the air and mix with the background Christmas songs. They are legitimately confused and shocked by a product being out of stock mere days before Christmas as if they are the only ones that buy presents."
Although in situations such as these, the smile on my face must stay -- I fume on the inside and wonder what has driven such customers to be crazy. My fellow partner (Starbucks lingo for co-worker) said it so well after much death glares from customers who weren't fond of the absence of our Caramel Brûlée sprinkles: "Are you really willing to make someone cry...just because you didn't get your sprinkles? Just, just think about that. Just think about that for one minute."

Customers walk into our doors, we greet them with a smile, we do our best as we haste to make 10 drinks perfectly, while another 10 pile up, while at the same time customers are asking to put milk in their coffee, make them a large ice water that could've been ordered/we have self-serve water and complaining because we don't have stupid sprinkles!

Sprinkles!

This world has gone crazy (or cray-cray for modern sake). I am just simply baffled by the behavior of ravenous holiday shoppers/shoppers in general who think the world revolves around them, who think they can cheat the system, who treat us like we're invisible/bottom of the caste system. Please don't throw me your cash, please put it in my hand. Please don't roll your eyes at me when I try to clarify your drink for your sake. Please don't ask me for a refund on your drink if you've drinken 80% of it! What?

The Flip Side of my Stupid Rant
Leah, I'm super thankful that you ended on a good note. "The Really Really Nice Shopper." Now that's a sigh of relief. If every customer was a Really Really Nice Shopper, all of my days would be complete. When a customer walks in with a smile on their face, tells me Merry Christmas, or even tells me I'm doing a good job, I believe my joy meter goes up, and continues to go up until the Really Really Nice Shoppers are halted by a series of not-so-nice shoppers, then the joy meter goes way, way down. And this is not to say I still don't have a smile on my face, because, oh yes, I do. And what happens in these moments when I'm confronted by Really Really Nice Shoppers is the confrontation that there is still good to be found in the world. But it's also a huge confrontation that I, as a Christian human being working as a Barista at Starbucks, can also spread that good vibe, that sincere smile that could possibly build someone up instead of tearing someone down. I could possibly be that person that reminds a customer that, "Hey. There is still good in this world." Now wouldn't that be a better perspective?

Now we relate it to the GOSPEL.
I know, I know. The Gospel? What in darn heck does me dealing with holiday shoppers have to do with the Gospel? Oh, so, so much.

I've been thinking about how to follow Jesus while working at Starbucks. It's a tough world out there, and a lot of small battles to be fought. Especially with customers who make you feel like shit. The simplest verse in the Bible - everyone knows it. Jesus commands us to love our neighbors as ourselves. Paul says "do not turn your freedom into an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another...but if you bite and devour one another, take care that you are not consumed by one another" Galatians 5:13.

As barista's, our job is in customer service.  We are here to serve our customers. Although we may be beaten down by their heinous standards and judgements, Christ taught us to be servants anywhere and everywhere we go.

"It is not this way among you, but whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you shall be your slave; just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many" Matthew 20:26-28. It is not this way among you -- and it's not. It totally goes against every grain of our culture and society. We are entitled to be offended and then turn around to slander and gossip. But this is not the way of Jesus, and he calls us to serve those who offend us, to love our enemy and to forgive.

"O Lord, who may abide in your tent?
Who may dwell on your holy hill?
He who walks with integrity, and works righteousness,
And speaks truth in his heart.
He does not slander with his tongue,
Nor does evil to his neighbor,
Nor takes up a reproach against his friend;
In whose eyes a reprobate is despised,
But who honors those who fear the Lord;
He swears to his own hurt and does not change;
He does not put out his money at interest,
Nor does he take a bribe against the innocent.
He who does these things will never be shaken" Psalm 15.

Shoppers & Holidays?
Oh yeah, were we talking about crazy customers? Okay, so I needed a quick rant. Onward to serving, and forward in being a crazy sinner, forgiven. Gotta keep movin' on and remembering the Gospel everyday at Starbucks - like, seriously. Can I just take a moment to think about sprinkles? I mean, just a moment to think about a customer who sincerely wanted sprinkles and didn't get any? Yeah, I can do that.


Monday, December 17, 2012

Yoga & White Christmas

BIKRAM, BIKRAM, BIKRAM.
This morning I moseyed on over to Bikram Yoga Fremont for my first ever yoga class. Bikram Yoga = Hot Yoga. The classroom is heated to 105 degrees, and I was immediately dripping sweat at pose 3 of 26. I'm pretty sure this is the most intense workout I've had in my entire life. Seriously. Once I was finished, I went home and took a nap - I was so exhausted. And because I took some miscommunicated advice from the class to not eat a couple hours before class, I woke up, got ready and headed straight to class without eating or hydrating myself. So I was dehydrated and exhausted all day - headache and all.

Despite my exhaustion from my first ever yoga class, I'm still hopeful. There are a lot of great benefits to yoga. According to Bikram Yoga Fremont, "the postures flush the cardiovascular system and stimulates the endocrine and nervous systems. As your body adjusts and self-regulates, enzymatic and hormonal balance is achieved naturally." (Check out more benefits of all the various poses at their website).

I can already feel some of my digestive tracts being aided, and well other things I might not mention here.

WHITE CHRISTMAS
It's supposed to snow in Portland tonight, apparently. So what better way to start the Christmas miracle by watching White Christmas with Bing Crosby with Kelly Jo! Casa Roja, a small house on 84th where four amazing women live is a cozy place to cuddle up with blankets and watch Crosby sing, "Snow." I'm so thankful for the women of Casa Roja, mainly because they're single, but also because of their wisdom, counsel, and just plain beauty. Love those girls. <33


My four-score blog, or so.

I've begun yet another blog. I know, seriously? I'm sure most of you who read this anyway wouldn't have known I'd had "other" blogs. I end up forsaking them to start something new. Possibly for the aesthetics, perhaps for the change. Either way, I hope to start new here, and to start a trend of blogging more often. I like blogging, and now that I have extra time on my hands since finishing my Senior Theology class at Multnomah University, I can. Yesssss. 

I love to muse about many things - psychology and theology and the like. I like crafting, too - DIY's and such. Also, I like to share a lot about myself. The lessons I'm learning, the struggles I face, and the joy my life is, too. I mean, I live with three rad women who love Jesus. There is a lot of joy to be found, trust me. And there are many crazy haps that happen in this tiny Burnside apartment. 

And if, maybe you were wondering about my blog title, "Made in the Pacific," it's pretty self-explanatory. I was born in Okinawa, Japan, and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii. I now live in Portland, Oregon - the city of constant rain and annual one week hot streaks. And whattdya know, tonight there's a blizzard warning. It's raining cats and dogs right now. 


So here's to the new road of Monica's blog. It's an open road and the view is always changing. Get ready for my silly analogies and dramatic life issues. It's fun, don't worry.

Mon.