So I make my trip into the restaurant for a quick espresso, get the news.
G isn't there, his day off, there's new faces. Always new faces. And the bosses nephew catches me up on the gossip.
Franco has left - again - how many times is this? Apparently an escalating situation, the new and revised schedule wasn't enough, he wanted a raise, no, shares in the restaurant, he was responsible for bringing in the business, knowing the customers, he should be part owner....
And it got out of hand and ended up with G in the middle trying to keep the owner and Franco apart in the parking lot. Little five foot four eyed Franco versus the six foot owner. Not a sporting situation.
This restaurant, it's true, there's never a dull moment. And I wonder at the year I spent there, people coming and going but the core was the same; the core has been shaken and I laugh as the owner sheepishly explains his version of what happened.
My cover letter, I have to get it finished, get it out there, I can't come back to the circus or I'll destroy whatever good karma I've built up....