Tales from the Café: These Slip-Resistant Shoes Were Made for Walking

Time: Saturday, 2:46 pm I hate working brunch. (To be fair, most of us hate working brunch, so this isn't just me talking.) I'm sure I've said this before, but it's chaotic and loud and there are too many people around. Added onto this, I was working on the patio, so I had some of … Continue reading Tales from the Café: These Slip-Resistant Shoes Were Made for Walking

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Tales from the Café: Blind Date

Time: Thursday, 6:47 pm We're a fairly common place for meet-ups, I've noticed. It makes sense: we're in a very central location, easy to find, right off the main drag. City Square is a decent sized hub for the Expressway, and between all the restaurants around, we've got good amounts of parking. So I've seen a … Continue reading Tales from the Café: Blind Date

Tales From the Café: Not My Best Day

Time: Tuesday, 1:15 pm I hate Tuesdays. They are my least favorite day of the week, and always have been. This was a particularly stupid Tuesday. I wasn't feeling well, my guitar had broken two strings on me the night before, my car was likely to need more work on it than I could afford, … Continue reading Tales From the Café: Not My Best Day

Tales from the Café: Houston, We Have a Problem

Time: Thursday, 4:55 pm I could already tell it was going to be an adventure of a day when I walked in for my dinner shift and saw Dana, one of my newer coworkers, leaning over the register with a pen and paper in one hand, and a customer's credit card in the other. "Uh … Continue reading Tales from the Café: Houston, We Have a Problem

Tales From the Café: Familiar Faces

(Alternately titled: You Probably Think This Post Is About You) Time: Friday, 8:55 pm It was finally almost closing time after an incredibly hectic day. Zöe had locked the front door, and all but the last few tables had filtered out. Despite the chaotic nature of the evening, I was in a good mood. None … Continue reading Tales From the Café: Familiar Faces

Tales from the Café: High Turnover Rate

Time: Thursday, 3:49 pm "Yesterday was Meghan's last day," Autumn said, leaning back against the counters in front of our coffee pots. It's the height of the lull between lunch and dinner, and we're each waiting on something before we can move on to our next task. "Yeah, I know." I sighed. "And I guess … Continue reading Tales from the Café: High Turnover Rate

Tales From the Café: Contents Under Pressure

Time: Tuesday, 6:46 pm It was a quiet night. Normally we would have seen our first rush by now, but the café is only about half full, leaving most of us servers wandering around aimlessly under the guise of doing something productive. (Sometimes we actually do productive things, since pissing off the managers is usually … Continue reading Tales From the Café: Contents Under Pressure