It is week eight out of twelve. I'm walking to my
location bright and early on a Monday morning. As I'm walking into Taos it looks and feels like a ghost town. Everyone that is inside has
the usual Monday zombie look on their face. You can clearly tell people have
had a long weekend. I on the other hand am not a morning person. Which is
surprising that I'm awake and writing this
The few students that I do see walk into Taos head
straight to the coffee station. I would assume they didn't get enough sleep the
night before. I have come to the conclusion that students don't care about what
they wear early in the morning. It honestly doesn't matter but they seem to
have just rolled out of bed.
Unlike the students the staff is wide awake and making
sure everything is running smoothly. Some are cleaning tables others are
restocking the stations. The busiest people in Taos are the ones working at the
omelet/ burrito station. They haven't taken a break the entire time that I have
been sitting inside.
Unfortunately it is time for me to go, until next week...
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