A week before the coffeehouse was supposed to close, imagine my surprise when an email was sent out, informing us of the opposite. Say what?
I received numerous texts, asking me if it was true. I didn’t know if that meant we would all keep our jobs, or still be moved around. Was Rio responsible for this? And if so, did it make me think of him differently? And did I want to remain? Or could I? They may have decided to bring a new manager in to replace me.
When I arrived the next morning at six, the two employees who were there bombarded me with questions.
“I don’t know,” I replied to every one of them. “We’ll have to wait and see if it means the staff remains, or we’re changed out anyway.” That didn’t make them feel any better, but they needed to hear the worst-case scenario.
As it was
