Late to work again. This is the second time the train has left me. I hope my boss doesn't get mad. I work in a company as an entry-level programmer; it is not convenient for me to clock in late. I started this job three months ago and honestly, I feel like I am adapting. I am getting along well with my coworkers. I work eight hours; it is somewhat tedious to be sitting for a long time at a desk, but it is what I can apply for due to my low level of work experience.
Being an entry-level programmer is something that is partly scary. Many of the projects are not well documented and no one is willing to explain them to you; it is stressful. In my break times I buy my food in the cafeteria. At the end of the day, I usually meet with my friends outside my house; we go out to dinner or to sing karaoke. It is a little fun.
I am on my way home, and I notice that they are opening a new cafeteria next to work. This catches my attention, I am a coffee lover, specifically cappuccinos and Spanish lattes. The bitter or smooth taste of coffee is very relaxing, and it is more pleasant when you share it with someone by your side, but that does not usually happen. My life is fast, and work is my life.