There's No Place Like Home

Rather than wait for a reply to my Letter of Reinstatement, I simply went back to work as though nothing had happened.

I returned to Caffe Cinque to find my Manager was away on stress leave again, recovering from her recent, disasterous foray into amateur theatre.

The New Girl had almost finished assembling my ergonomic chair, and the dish pig was back, having been fired from the set of Home and Away for threatening the director with a large, unspecified prop.

After paying the Kinko's bill, the cafe couldn't afford a Position Vacant ad on Seek.com, so had not yet replaced me. Instead, the floor staff had been attempting to make coffee during my absence.

My Gaggia had been violated.

I closed the cafe while I adjusted the grind, then made an urgent call to our coffee supplier, demanding they send a technician out immediately to service the machine.

I spent the rest of the afternoon dictating ammendments to the Policies and Procedures Manual and adjusting my time sheet so that I will still be payed for my week away.