Bartender

I'm like the bartender of the "local coffee shop".  I work in the kitchen all day and people drift back from the front to gossip, talk, waste time, anything (because no one seems to want to serve the customers).  Because there are people talking back there all the time, I hear things.  And because sometimes it's just me and who ever is on break, I hear personal things.  They like to tell me things because I won't talk.  So I hear a lot.

I know who's fighting with whom, who's pregnant, who's leaving the store, who's upset with management, everything.

About a month and a half ago, I heard something somewhat reliable from a co-worker.  I take everything with a grain of salt, so I never put too much into it.  She told me that she'd somehow gotten a letter from our head office in her mail, addressed to the store.  She said she opened it, and it basically foretold the end of the store (that is, that it was to be taken away from our owner at the end of June).  She told me that she burned it because she got scared that she'd get in trouble for opening it (even though it came to her house.  That part I don't quite believe).

I gave it some thought and decided to wait and see.  Well, yesterday my manager (the one who's been trying really hard to get our store up to code and running properly; the good one) mentioned something about how everything was going to change in a week and a half.  (We've been really frustrated with crap that's been going on between our "local coffee shop" and our sister store.)

I asked her what was happening in a week and a half.  She said to me (and the morning baker, who was also there) that things were going to change and that she was worried about the day shift.  She also said not to say anything.  I know I won't; I hope my morning baker doesn't.  I don't count this blog, though, because "Heather" isn't my first name, and I never mention the name of my "local coffee shop".  And because no one really reads this anyway!

So now I'm staying here because I need to see how this ends.  It's like a story I've been reading, and if I leave now it's like I've ripped out the last two chapters and thrown them into the wind.