Ah, yes, the beginning. The grand opening. The first day on the job for the staff, and the first real test of everyone's mettle. Little did I know, it would also be the beginning of the end of my sanity...
There's just something not quite right about this place. Screaming children and cranky, caffeine-starved customers aside, of course (that is to be expected, much to my chagrin). I just get this feeling, sometimes. Like I'm being watched. Like I can almost hear something strange ... or did I imagine it?
Whatever. It's a job. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
For a good time, also visit:
The Barista's deviantArt page
The Artist's deviantArt page
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