Post by KADEN ALLINGHAM-HEMSWORTH on Aug 23, 2013 22:31:12 GMT -5
This was it. If Kaden could land this job, he’d never have to set foot in that godforsaken excuse for a coffee shop again.
It wasn’t that the Starbucks job was necessarily bad. It was just a bit…busy for his liking. Too many people coming and going meant that Kaden was spending a good few hours a day on his feet, and that was taking its toll on his joints. He’d felt lately like his nights were elongating, the soreness throughout his body’s every nook and cranny keeping him awake. He’d finally decided, one night, after being forced to walk seven blocks to the drugstore because he’d emptied every bottle of painkiller in his apartment, that something needed to change.
The task was to find some sort of employer that would be willing to hire him. Given Kaden’s useless sociology degree coupled with his lack of any sort of marketable talent or skill, he’d predicted that this was going to prove to be a bit of a challenge. Two years of work at Starbucks would qualify him for another coffee shop job, certainly, but he’d have to make sure it wasn’t a coffee shop that would require him to stand as much as Starbucks had. A more underground institution, then. Something with fewer customers, less public attention, something a bit more removed from the spotlight.
And that was how he’d come upon this coffee shop, Mug Shots, which seemed to cater to just enough of a niche crowd that an employee there would far fewer customers per week than a Starbucks employee might see in a day. And those customers that a Mug Shots employee did have the pleasure of seeing were often too inebriated to care whether said employee were standing up or sitting down.
The only thing Kaden tended to frown upon was the sexism of the owner, who only hired men, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and Kaden was more than willing to bury his socially liberal mindset for a few hours each day. So here he was, at Mug Shots, waiting at the counter for his potential future employer.
He cleared his throat. ”I’m looking for someone who’s apparently known as Isaac,” he said, to no one in particular. There was nobody staffing the counter currently, and he appeared to be alone in the room. A laid back fellow. Not too stingy. I like it.
”Could I get a decaf iced coffee with milk, while we’re at it?” he added to the air. New employment or not, there was no reason not to reward himself for having made the ten-block trek over here. Subway tickets didn’t come cheap.
Outfit here
