I shiver as a gust of cool wind blew into the cafe. *burr* I knew I should have brought my jacket. The weather has been pretty weird. It had been gloomy and raining at night for the past three days. I remember last week, I was drench with sweat while working. The weather in Michigan can be a little weird.

My morning had been a little chaotic because the cafe had moved to another area. The cooks were fighting for their own space and we were adjusting to the new place. This place stinks, I tell myself. I set up the pop machine as always. I picked up the usual tiny host that allows the pop to flow that’s in a bucket so that I can to attach it to the machine. To my horror, there were at least 20 or more fruit flies dead in the bucket of water with the tiny black and white host. HA! This place hasn’t been used for two months and this happens. I showed it to my supervisor and later to the other social workers. They were pretty disgusted. I washed it and attached em to the pop machines. If you’re shocked by that, trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet. If you’ve worked in the food industry before, buddy, I’m sure you know what I mean.

Working at the cafe has been, fun. Pay’s good, people are fantastic, and work is fun. I don’t have to ask money from my parents and I get to go for concerts. A sudden excitement rushes through my body. The Paramore and No Doubt concert is on Friday! I can’t wait! Yes, also get to pay for my own concert tickets. I’ve met so many people here. Many of them, international students. We’ve got Blue that’s hardworking and half of the time makes me wonder why he isn’t promoted. Blue usually helps me figure out if I should go over the hours or to just be honest and just go home. We’ve got Carry that I must say works too hard for her own good and has a kind heart. Whenever she has things she doens’t understand, I would explaind it to her.  We’ve got Nick who’s one of the hot supervisors. Usually wearing black, muscular, with at least 6 piercings and tattoos that would make any girl chock and melt to the grown. Well at least I did. We’ve also got Elizabeth, supervisor, that I’m super close to. She helped me out with the job and she teaches me the ins and outs of the cafe. These are the few people that are working here. Its weird but yes, I do get paid to pretty much do nothing. Watch TV, answer some questions, help out the customers, swipe cards and that’s it. Easy.

Ah lunch is out. What do we have today? Pepper bread, pasta, bread, and cream of broccoli. Not too bad. Smells good too. I grab a bit and head back to my table with Elizabeth .

But of cause, with good things, comes the bad ones too. We also have co-workers that are a bit psycho, people that crave for power, drama that you wouldn’t expect and people you don’t want, hitting on you. There has been talks about one of my favorite managers getting deported to another cafe. I guess the others managers finally gotten what they wanted, her out of here. It’s a pity because she has always been the person that would stand up for us students. I feel that in Fall, things aren’t going to be any better.  You had Smith that had been here for 10 years and still being a student, wanted to get more power at the cafe. You had Martha that loves to flirts with the guys in the cafe and is really bitchy to well..to female Asians. I try to stay away from her. These are the small issues but I guess in any environment, there are always the pros and cons.

Just make sure as hell that you ain’t the con that people hate and talk about.

I head back home. See my fluffy bed that is always loyal and crash. Another dollar made.