Hello everybody! My name is Adam and its been 3 hours and 41 minutes since my last coffee. I guess at the end of the day, I more than love coffee. It has provided me happiness, indulgence, a career, and a way of life. There are many layers to my life, and seeing as though I don't know all of you on a personal level, I'd like to keep that a little private. I have been in the profession since I was 14, I am now 37. I would never really have called myself a professional barista (I guess I'm the right age now, right?) until maybe the past 4 years. Even then, more like the past 2. I learn every second of every day that I'm on the machine, or at the roasters', or cupping, or learning a new brew technique, and every little nuance or different thought process there. Even now I sometimes cringe when people call themselves a barista, when (selfishly) I know full well they mean Coffeemaker. Yes, I have high expectations. Of myself, my work ethic, and those around me. Hardcore, but in this world of consummate professionals, one must have desire to want to be a better, stronger, smarter barista. Or else I'm just a coffeemaker. I feel highly privileged to work on high end gear everyday, and honoured to drink amazing specialty coffee. We are very lucky here in Australia, our cafes are some of the best in the world, with some of the best talent working the tools. I love my job, and love/live/adore the ceremony of serving espresso.
