I've worked 6 or 7 shifts at Great Lakes so far, and I'm still meeting new colleagues. Today I worked with someone I hadn't met yet: Ben, a medium tall guy with dark hair and cool looking glasses.
The coolest thing about him, though, is that he totally gives as shit.
Ben came onto the floor around 1pm, a little over half way through my shift, and starting ROCKING OUT over his pour overs.
We make most of our coffees at Great Lakes using the pour over method, which is a fairly involved process that take about two and a half minutes to brew 10 ounces. (That doesn't sound like much, until you consider that pumping 10 ounces out of an air pot take about 2.5 seconds.)
He was measuring and re-measuring the weight of each dose, watching the coffee carefully through every one of those one hundred and fifty seconds, adjusting the grind each time, honing in on the perfect timing.
And watching him care?
It made me want to care.
Watching him, this annoying little two minute chore turned into an epic opportunity for greatness.