A Snarky Year in Postgrad

"Are you getting a higher education or do you like working at Starbucks?"
That's not exactly what was said but.... allow me to back track a bit.

"I'd like to buy a gift card"
I looked over from the bar and saw a short woman anxiously awaiting to be rung up.
"Oh is this a thank you gift card?" says Marcie, my co-worker on the till.

It's Starbucks, we're masters at small talk. Ranging from the innocuous to the obscene we own at any conversation start up.

"No, my nephew's graduation"
"Oh that's great," I chime in (It is the duty of the barista to butt in at all moments and provide the color commentary, especially during a customer lull). "For high school or college?"
"College" she proclaims proudly, "Boston University" she adds.
"Impressive!"
She looks at me as though she's concerned, she pauses. Then timidly... barely audible, she adds "I hope... you too are working on..."
She trails off avoiding her chance to say something to the effect of ".. getting a higher education or do you like asking would you likp whip cream with that?"

"Oh I've already graduated college"
"How great what did you-"
"Double degree, actually" im bragging now but its really what needs to be said.
"Oh..." She trails off again concerned once more for my sanity and tottering dangerously on the edge of calling me a liar.
"Alright," a customer behind her speaks up, "what were the degrees?"
"Psychology," I say matter of factly, "With an emphasis in Child and Family Development. And Theater" A silent shock of spreads through the small gaggle of customers as they try to work out the math.
"And now I work here," I add, "At Starbucks." I spread my arms amongst the several varieties of liquid sugars, "Yay Economy"

I'm almost exactly one year out of college, I'm living in Southern California and auditioning every other day for productions that read like they're written by a prepubescent in the dark of his room. The entries that follow are the chronicles of those adventures and the discoveries made as I venture futher into the bowels of Hollywood.

~Goof