I had to get trained in the cafe. Apparently, it's a mandate come down from Corporate-with-a-capital-C that everyone be cross-trained among music, books, and cafe, but I'm not sure if I really buy that. It was the *longest* three hours of my life. And my mouth was so dry I couldn't make my lips slide over my teeth after I smiled at someone. I didn't even make the drinks, either. Just sat at register and took the orders, wrote on the cups, and made sure to ask everybody if they wanted something from the bake case. I did all right, I guess, but I never, never, never want to work in food service. Unless I'm in the back cooking stuff. :)