Upon entry, you look around and it seems nice enough. All the employees are quite young (under 21). They are scurrying to and fro, all smiles. I ordered my coffee and took it outside, in order to drink and continue my addictive cigaret habit. One of their young employees joined me.
I asked if it was nice working here. "It is okay." they said as they lit their cigaret. They told me of the young owners, who hailed from Idaho and Washington and how they are opening another coffee spot. They had one in their previous place of habitation. I asked if they were paid well.
"Hardly. If we work over 40 hours, we don't get overtime, we just get our low hourly pay."
I looked at this saddened young person and thought to myself. "Hmm, the owners aren't even Texans, but they plop themselves in the middle of Cedar Park, pay small wages and to boot, do not give overtime." I sighed and took a drag of my cigaret. I said, "That's nice they are making enough money to open another place."
I smiled as I walked away. "Have a good one." I said.
The employee only nodded.
I thought to myself. "Roasters really isn't a neighborhood place. For somewhere I read, maybe the Bible, 'treat others as you would like to be treated.'
I wonder if those young people will ever be able to open a coffee shack or get their own apartment, surely not on the salary Roasters pay.
When I got home, I realized I hadn't finished my coffee and I just left it there. Yet it really didn't matter.
I was saddened by the entire visit to Roasters.
Somehow, it made my heart hurt.
1 comment:
Wow, why don't you get both sides of the story before making such a post or such big assumptions based on a teenage smoker outside a coffee shop. You really don't know anything about these people, why don't you take the time to meet them and get to know them and their Texas roots!
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