Old habits die hard

Today was my first real shift; it wasn't so much a shift as it was supposed to be training. However, it all kinda came back to me as I stood there. So aside from the new crap drinks like Carmel Freddos and other such sugar-injections, re-learning all the damn scones, and learning the layout of the new store, I blended right it. Old habits really do die hard. I kept reaching to locations where things are in the Lafayette store, like the garbage, the pastry bags, the cups, and such.
Its amazing how little I've forgotten. I was able to hop onto a register and generally stumble my way around. Things have changed slightly, but not to any degree where I can't figure it out.
Old baristas never die, they just fade away...