Mt. Vesuvius or however you spell it

My boss is the most caffinated man on the planet. Seriously. He usually consumes somewhere between 12-18 shots of espresso a day. He is also one of the most outwardly calm guys you will ever meet. He just kind of floats around with a dazed smile on his face and you get the impression that he neither has a clue nor cares that he has no clue....until you try to talk to him about something he might not like. I got stuck in the freaking coffee shop again today and man I hate that place. All sorts of people walking up and looking at the menu board behind me and then telling me "Gimme a...." followed by something vomited out in Starbucks-speak. Every day behind that stupid fake formica counter is a lesson in keeping my mouth shut. Anyways, I digress. So I get to work and find out that I am doomed to spend my seven hours feeding strangers' addictions and sucking up their niccotine laced condescention (sp?) and then I look at the schedule for next week and low and behold I get to do this same shift again next week too. Gross. Ness. Now some might just suck it up and say "a job is a job, don't lose brain cells over it" but me... I have to go and say "Hey Boss, um.... is this going to be a regular thing, me closing the cafe? Because really.... there are four people who are hired to run the cafe and.....I really really hate it over there". And of course this is the one day that my boss has yet to fulfill his hourly quota of caffeine. Apparently my boss is feeling the pressure of the corporate president's yearly raise (their yearly raise=payroll cuts for the lowly on the totem pole) and I got an earful of our payroll cuts, our profit loss, why our competition is the devil and that as far as I am concerned, Cafe time is the only thing guaranteeing me my full time status. I think tomorrow I will approach the matter again, but this time I might hook up a caffeine IV first.