I'd like a caramel machiato, with whipped cream.

So I started my job on sunday. Coffee coffee coffe. Would you like that with whole or soy milk or non fat? I never thought that making coffee can be so confusing. A cafe americano calls for 3 shots of espresso and a latte just 2.... or did I mix it up again? So the first 2 hours I was learning all the drinks and how to use the espresso machine, and I think I got that under control. The night went pretty well, I think. Got behind the counter, made my first real hot chocolate, and sold a cookie. I even managed to keep my white shirt clean after an almost drastic accident with the milk steamer. It was pretty chill, one of the guys working there goes to State with me and I remember him from a few of my classes last semester. Besides that, the job is pretty chill, make the coffee, do your homework, and relax. These 2 Russian guys (late, early 30's) came in and kept eyeing me. They were the kind of guys my grandma would try to set me up with, some computer scientist or accountant with a thick FOB accent. As I was taking my break one of them approached me and asked me if I am on my break and if I would like to talk with them. So there I was, my first day on the job and already getting hit on... what could I say except that "I am really tired but maybe at another time, thanks." They left. So I wasn't really nervous my first day of this job but something restrained me from grabbing one of those pastries to calm my growling stomach, I didn't want to make a bad impression. But as we were closing up the manager asked me to throw away all the left over bagels and pastries. My night then got a lot better and more exciting and as I packed the remaining food to take home with me he told me not to get too excited, all of the new employees are psyched about the left over food at first but he can't even look at one of those things any more. So now I am coffee shop girl. Ya'll buy some coffee from me and give me a good tip.