I've discoverd that there's not much in life that's more humiliating than sitting on your butt under a table in a coffee joint and scraping other people's hardened gum off the underneath with a plastic spork.
...And this is what they pay me for???
Truth be told, we'd never thought about the gum before, but an inspector came in yesterday, and I think he had a conniption about it. The manager was on the verge of tears when he left--but heck, the rest of us wanted to jump for joy, so long as he was gone.
He had a conniption about a lot of things, actually--that the donuts in the trays were stacked five across instead of six, that we pre-ground the coffee, and other extremely important things like that. And, yes, this is what they pay this man for.
So now we're counting donuts, and don't even think about pre-grinding those beans! Even if there's a long line of impatient customers, they have to sit there and wait for that coffee to grind...
This is so not worth $7.50 an hour...
...But bills don't pay themselves.
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