If you were to rewind about 6 months ago, you'd find a very cold and nervous Ellen standing outside the front door of a coffeeshop at 6:15 on a Sunday morning in the middle of a snowstorm. After slipping and sliding my car to the side streets to park, I remember trudging through snow-drifted sidewalks and not being able to remember where the back door to the cafe was. It was my first day on the job. I finally had a job, and I couldn't find the dang door. I had to go in there and make people coffee. I had to learn how to write all the drinks shorthand. I had to learn how to really wrap a wrap for, like, another person.