Coffee and conveyancing

talking of conveyancing Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to work here. I know, I know, that sounds actually really terrible and makes it out like it’s a horrible place here and it’s really not but I guess I’m just a terrible person. I hate having to work but I don’t have a choice. I’m still a student which means working at a cafe is probably the best I’m going to do, and Johnny’s a really, really nice guy and everything but I don’t think he understands that, for me, the only thing this job really does is put a check in my bank account at the end of the week. I hate that I have to put on that wide, smiley face cafe staff are known so well for and say ‘morning Lucy, soy latte with one again this morning?’ when I’m tired as hell from studying well into the morning. I spend every single shift running through the different ligaments in the arm while trying to make the coffee by rote. It just seems like there’s never enough hours in the day to work and study med and have a life to boot.

There are, though, a couple of customers that is always a joy to talk to. People that, for whatever reason, get me out of my slump just that little bit. Probably my favourite of them is this really nice, sweet, middle aged man I know only as Tim long-black. Tim long-black always stands in my cue at the desk and we always start with the same niceties before moving on to more interesting topics. Tim is an expert in property conveyancing, and he’s so good at that he has some pretty cool stories about the houses and people he’s worked with. A haunting here, a minor celebrity there, a story from Tim is a sure-fire way to brighten up any morning. He only ever skims over more boring subject matter, words like title transfer are only a part of his vocabulary, never the crux of the conversation. And it’s in moments like those shared between Tim and I that I think it really isn’t so bad, this job of mine. But then a grumpy office worker with an agenda will demand something of me and I’m straight back to thinking about other things. A lot of the time, it’s just easier to slog it through.