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
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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
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