I really do. I miss working. I miss making myself a coffee before I leave. I miss talking to eighty people a shift. I miss my coworkers. I miss having the same thing to complain about as eight other people have to complain about. I miss going out after work. I miss the magical transformation from coworkers to friends that happens after some rum and a change of clothes.
And goddamn, do I miss the coffee.
I want to be a barista again.