So, this was during the first year, and I was one of the main opener. I was working with a shift supervisor, who I got along really well. This was during the weekend, so, we normally grab four milk pitchers, a soy, and coconut pitcher. So normally, 6, but the focus was 4 milk pitchers.

During that morning, I was a bit sleep depraved because, hooray, youth’s stupidity. I was still able to function and did everything needed (everything became second nature). So, I got all the pitchers, and I had to do something the kitchen, and we are now just opening (another barista came in for her shift.

On the headset, the manager called me and told me that I should bring one more milk pitcher, because I was supposed to have four out. I told her, “What do you mean? I already got them out?” So, back and forth for like a minute, she told me to come over.

She told me that I needed one more milk pitcher, and I told her that I did. “Don’t you sass me, man! Look, count with me!” Pointing to the pitchers, “One, Two, Three-“ and she looked at the espresso machine, which had the **Fourth** pitcher, and she facepalmed herself.

I laughed like an idiot, which finally woke me up to full energy mode. “I’m sorry, dude,” she said.

Good times.