Sixteen and a half hours later, I found my self up to my knees in coffee.

“Hey,” I said acknowledging Andrew, one of the employees, as he walked through the door, bursting with the hint of a hangover and possibly more.

“Huh what?” Andrew managed to mumble.

“I said hey?”

“Awesome. Hey,” he said dragging a long board behind him.

“Andrew, for the love of all that is caffienated, how many times do I have to tell you to leave your board in the back?” I nagged, then caught myself. I tried my hardest not to take my management too seriously, like others at the store. I didn’t want to be known as the morning shift Nazi of all things.

“Just make sure Carl doesn’t see it okay?” I corrected myself, “And did you happen to see Ben on your way in? He’s late.”

“Didn’t see nothin,” Andrew said as he fumbled to tie his green apron.

“Apparently…” I grumbled and began to fill the hoppers with beans. I gave a sigh of relief as I saw Ben with his face pressed against the glass outside, making faces.