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Espresso Finish End Tables


espresso finish end tables
    end tables
  • Usually bought in pairs, they accent the style of the coffee table or other furniture. Usually placed at the end of the sofa, it is a very important piece of a living room set.
  • are small tables typically placed beside couches or armchairs. Often lamps will be placed on an end table.
    espresso
  • Strong black coffee made by forcing steam through ground coffee beans
  • strong black coffee brewed by forcing hot water under pressure through finely ground coffee beans
  • (Espressos) express buses. Read more on Portuguese buses
  • Italian black coffee which preceded specialty coffees. Rich black coffee.
    finish
  • (of an activity) Come to an end
  • coating: a decorative texture or appearance of a surface (or the substance that gives it that appearance); "the boat had a metallic finish"; "he applied a coat of a clear finish"; "when the finish is too thin it is difficult to apply evenly"
  • finish up: finally be or do something; "He ended up marrying his high school sweetheart"; "he wound up being unemployed and living at home again"
  • complete: come or bring to a finish or an end; "He finished the dishes"; "She completed the requirements for her Master's Degree"; "The fastest runner finished the race in just over 2 hours; others finished in over 4 hours"
  • Consume or get through the final amount or portion of (something, esp. food or drink)
  • Bring (a task or activity) to an end; complete

Welcome to the World of Work 179/365
Welcome to the World of Work 179/365
Boo hoo hoo! My feet hurt so much. I'm sure they'll toughen up. It's like working in Edinburgh all over again. I worked 8 hours. That should earn me ?50+. That's a lot of money for someone who has received ?20 a month since she was 11. I owe my Dad ?25, & my Mom ?20. My brother owes me a tenner. I wonder if he'll pay up . . . But I think because this was my training day I might not get paid. Which sucks. Anyway, I might replace this. I just wanted to throw something up early so that I could relax all evening. My back hasn't hurt like this in ages. I need some Nurofen . . . or a hot bath. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ugh. Welcome to the world of work. I've wanted a job for so long, just so that I don't feel like a complete drain on everyone else's finances, but ugh. I mean, I had to be up at 8.30am. That's bad enough - it was like a school day. My Daddy had to make sure I actually got out of bed. & he had to drive me there. I feel bad that he couldn't have a lie in on a Sunday. I got there & Kate showed me round & introduced me to everyone. Tomos showed up part way through. Just my luck he'd be working there today. She talked me through their systems, & then I had to tackle the frightening coffee machine. I don't even know if you can call it that - it makes espressos etc. Are they coffees? I don't drink them. I only drink tea. So I've never had any interest in finding out. I have so much specific knowledge, & general knowledge, so I hate it when simple things floor me like that. Well anyway, the machine was frightening. Tomos was surprisingly nice, & helped me with it, & showed me how to write a cheque. I would have called it writing an order, but that just wasn't done there. One embarrassing point was when one of the other waitresses was overseeing me make a cappuchino - I asked if I'd make the milk frothy enough, & she said no, so I turned back to it, & it completely overflowed everywhere. Ugh. Tomos laughed, & then helped me make it again. When I finally decided I could make a drinks order without being supervised I was determined to get it all perfectly right. I put the two espressos behind me, & then was frothing the milk - I turned around to pour the espressos into larger cups, & they'd gone - one of the other waitresses had come & tidied it up. I was a little annoyed, because I'd seen the other girls leave their cups there when they were part way through making drinks, & she;d never cleared away any of theirs. So I had to make them over again, & by that time the milk was de-frothing. It totally slowed the order down & I felt like a dunce. My back killed from bussing tables all day - I hadn't thought to bring painkillers with me like I did in Edinburgh, & the trays were so hevay. I wasn't going to say anything though. Another waitress was saying her back hurt too, but when she was told to take some painkillers she wouldn't. Either take the pain relief or shut up. It got so busy in the afternoon - I was asked to do 3 or 4 different things by different people, & was like "Aah, which do I do first?!" But I think I did fine really. After lunch hour tailed off at around 2pm Kate dragged me out & got me a bowl of soup & bread, & let me take lunch outside. I didn't know how long my break was, so I took 20mins & decided that'd do. Except a wasp got in my drink & I didn't have time to get another, so I was parched by the end of the day. I managed to get a glass of tap water at one point, & swallowed that down with another 2. At the end of the day I genuinely thought my feet might go numb. I'd sat down for 20 minutes in 8 hours, & I might not be getting paid for that time. When I was clearing the benches outside I knelt on them, just to relieve my feet. It was like the first few days of Edinburgh all over again. My feet had toughened up pretty quickly then, so I'm hoping the same will happen here. My feet hurt too much for me to even have much reaction to the fact that we were closing soon. As we cleared off I was just thinking about how I wanted to rub some life back into my feet again. Kate poured us a half glass of wine each as we finished. An elderly woman came in after everyone had left, & even though Kate had said everything was closed she continued to tell her that they'd been lost all day, & really needed a drink, & not even water - TEA. So Kate relented & agreed to tea, & then the woman asked if they could have cakes too. Cheeky, much? So she & her 3 friends wre seated outside with tea, & nothing else. Kate even offered to give them takeaway cups, but they wouldn't have it. Ugh. My Dad came by to pick me up at 5.30pm because I hadn't been answering my phone (no signal) & he didn't know when I was due home. I'd originally been planning on walking home. I was so tired it would probably ha
First Cup December 7, 2007
First Cup December 7, 2007
My folks came down this afternoon in early celebration of my Father's 65th! We're planning to go out to Piperade later this evening for an early dinner, but this didn't stop us from heading over to Dopo for lunch. It was probably the busiest I've seen it there for lunch. After a short wait, we were seated and given menus. Along with some excellent appetizers, they offer panini and a couple of pizzas. My father went for a roast beef, my mother had a Italian style ham and cheese, and I settled on an excellent pizza with house-cured soprasatta and olives. So, so good. We finished with an espresso for me which was really sweet though the end dragged a little. I tack that up to the fact that my barista was also having to handle 6 tables and the wine service. Really, no complaints. We're off to the Oakland museum for a 100-year retrospective of the California College of Arts (and Crafts) show. Hopefully I can walk off some room for dinner!

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