Another part of the novel thing i'm working on, few mistakes probably. Enjoy. Mondays aren’t great for a number of reasons. You have to get up early to go to work and disregard whatever form of alcoholic beverage you consumed the previous 2 nights. Waking up is one thing, actually going through the process of showering, dressing and finding some kind of food to give you enough energy to last you until your first break is a whole adventure in itself. I worked at a small coffee shop just on the outside of all the main shopping districts. We did get business but most days weren’t that eventful. The boss described our shop as nostalgic and ‘An old touch of grace’ but really it was a shitty little coffee shop that was built in what seems and smells like the 16 hundreds and that it was seriously struggling against all the other major and much larger corporations also sold hot milk with beans products. It was money to me anyway, I couldn’t care less if we didn’t get enough business men with the right brand of suit and briefcase to match their slicked back hair and $100,000 sporty compensating-mobile. Most days went smoothly working my shift from 7am to 3pm. The only bumps I encountered were the odd annoyed customer complaining that their hot ‘Mochachino’ didn’t contain enough mochoness, whatever the hell that was. Apart from that there was Tina. Tina was the end product of a born again Christian who still continues to drink and lay with those of all sexes in the wee hours of morning. She’s one of those young ‘I used to hate the world but now Jesus brings me salvation and hot guys’ girls who only goes to church to get the attractive smart momma’s boys who play in the “Youth Band”. Just from that you can see why every time she opens her mouth I imagine pouring scorching hot coffee down her throat. A hypocrite in whores clothing.