Sbux
So common knowledge, I am a barista at Starbucks. Ready to hear me trash and/or praise my coworkers?
Overall, I really enjoy my job. It's so much less stressful than my waiting job. I still get to interact with customers which I, surprisingly enough, really enjoy. I make more money than I initially thought I did. If I can swing it, I will probably work full time at Starbucks this summer and either not go back to Don Pablo's (my at-home job), or else just do DP on the weekends. I'm anxious, though, that there won't be a Sbux that needs me full time, in which case I'll do part time at both jobs, which will be super stressful.
Anyways, I've grown to get along well with most of my co-workers. The only one I truly, seriously dislike worked with my today. She's not very intelligent, she's a bad employee, and she keeps trying to tell me how to do my job when I have been there three months and am already better. I manage it because the managers know she's bad. Evan (shift supervisor today) kept almost blowing a gasket because she kept trying to kick me off bar, but he didn't want her on bar because she can't really handle it. He finally told me to really stick my ground, so I did, and I think she may be more intelligent than I give her credit for, because after I stopped responding to her help, she backed off a bit. But not entirely until she left. Fortunately, Evan sympathised with me and kept rolling his eyes along with me. But here's the kicker, she's a mom! The thought makes me want to jump out a window. She has a ten month old girl. I don't know how she manages to care for herself, much less someone else. She lives at a shelter, and can only work a certain number of hours a week or she'll make too much money to stay on welfare but not enough to support herself. In many cases, I feel terrible for people in that situation. With her, I'm just annoyed, and I pity her child. She's got a lot of growing up to do still before I think she's going to be grown up enough to be a good employee and mother. And gosh, she drives me crazy trying to boss me around.
Overall, though, I love my coworkers. Guy, one of the shift supervisors, is from somewhere in Africa, lived for a long time in Paris, and occasionally lapses into French without thinking about it. Mike, despite having that "I'm a douche" aura, has never been anything but nice to me. Now that Keegan will finally talk and joke with me (however shyly), I like him even more, and I knew he was a sweet guy to begin with. It took working bar with Phil to really get along with him --that and him getting frustrated because Mike was trying to convince me what a terrible employee Phil is. The head manager, Jenn, is wonderfully wonderful, and we always have a blast working together, though we inevitably spill/explode milk/mess things up every time we work together. Jill, Jill, Joyce, Ali, and Amy are all great and I enjoy talking to them. I love having regular customers and joking with them.
I only have seven more shifts there, which makes me quite sad. I left Jenn a note today that Friday the 27th will have to be my last day. I haven't mentioned yet that I won't be back in the fall because she hasn't asked, but I know she's assumed I will. I feel bad --my loyalty will be my downfall-- but that's the way it is.
It's interesting, working at such a well-run business after Don Pablo's --which, though I adore it with a family loyalty, is terribly run. It's great to work for a company with such amazing benifits, that actually cares about its employees. It's nice to get breaks and free drinks. Really, I recommend Starbucks for anyone who needs a job. It's relatively low stress, it's fun, it treats you well, it pays well. I'm selling my job to you all, haha.
And I am proud to say that I have officially broken my coffee addiction. I didn't have a drop of coffee today, and though a cup does sound nice right now, I don't NEED coffee --and I won't have it because I have class in the morning and then have to go straight to work for another 8-hour shift to close again. However, this victory is cut slightly short by the fact that I have merely changed my addiction to green tea. Iced, typically. I drank two bottles and a venti iced yesterday. Today I've only had a venti iced. However, I have two bottles, and I bet one disappears before bed. There is an adorable collection of empty ventie cups and bottles on my desk as I type this. I will list them: one half-empty Nantucket cranberry juice, one 3/4 empty water, two empty waters, two empty Snapple green teas, two empty iced venties (were green tea), an empty Nantucket half tea/half lemonade, a half-empty Lipton diet white tea with raspberry (NASTY), two new Snapple green teas, an unopened Snapple diet lemon iced tea, and two empty Snapple diet teas. And an empty plastic water bottle and an empty coffee cup. That is a lot of liquid containers.
And that is the end of my entry.
Overall, I really enjoy my job. It's so much less stressful than my waiting job. I still get to interact with customers which I, surprisingly enough, really enjoy. I make more money than I initially thought I did. If I can swing it, I will probably work full time at Starbucks this summer and either not go back to Don Pablo's (my at-home job), or else just do DP on the weekends. I'm anxious, though, that there won't be a Sbux that needs me full time, in which case I'll do part time at both jobs, which will be super stressful.
Anyways, I've grown to get along well with most of my co-workers. The only one I truly, seriously dislike worked with my today. She's not very intelligent, she's a bad employee, and she keeps trying to tell me how to do my job when I have been there three months and am already better. I manage it because the managers know she's bad. Evan (shift supervisor today) kept almost blowing a gasket because she kept trying to kick me off bar, but he didn't want her on bar because she can't really handle it. He finally told me to really stick my ground, so I did, and I think she may be more intelligent than I give her credit for, because after I stopped responding to her help, she backed off a bit. But not entirely until she left. Fortunately, Evan sympathised with me and kept rolling his eyes along with me. But here's the kicker, she's a mom! The thought makes me want to jump out a window. She has a ten month old girl. I don't know how she manages to care for herself, much less someone else. She lives at a shelter, and can only work a certain number of hours a week or she'll make too much money to stay on welfare but not enough to support herself. In many cases, I feel terrible for people in that situation. With her, I'm just annoyed, and I pity her child. She's got a lot of growing up to do still before I think she's going to be grown up enough to be a good employee and mother. And gosh, she drives me crazy trying to boss me around.
Overall, though, I love my coworkers. Guy, one of the shift supervisors, is from somewhere in Africa, lived for a long time in Paris, and occasionally lapses into French without thinking about it. Mike, despite having that "I'm a douche" aura, has never been anything but nice to me. Now that Keegan will finally talk and joke with me (however shyly), I like him even more, and I knew he was a sweet guy to begin with. It took working bar with Phil to really get along with him --that and him getting frustrated because Mike was trying to convince me what a terrible employee Phil is. The head manager, Jenn, is wonderfully wonderful, and we always have a blast working together, though we inevitably spill/explode milk/mess things up every time we work together. Jill, Jill, Joyce, Ali, and Amy are all great and I enjoy talking to them. I love having regular customers and joking with them.
I only have seven more shifts there, which makes me quite sad. I left Jenn a note today that Friday the 27th will have to be my last day. I haven't mentioned yet that I won't be back in the fall because she hasn't asked, but I know she's assumed I will. I feel bad --my loyalty will be my downfall-- but that's the way it is.
It's interesting, working at such a well-run business after Don Pablo's --which, though I adore it with a family loyalty, is terribly run. It's great to work for a company with such amazing benifits, that actually cares about its employees. It's nice to get breaks and free drinks. Really, I recommend Starbucks for anyone who needs a job. It's relatively low stress, it's fun, it treats you well, it pays well. I'm selling my job to you all, haha.
And I am proud to say that I have officially broken my coffee addiction. I didn't have a drop of coffee today, and though a cup does sound nice right now, I don't NEED coffee --and I won't have it because I have class in the morning and then have to go straight to work for another 8-hour shift to close again. However, this victory is cut slightly short by the fact that I have merely changed my addiction to green tea. Iced, typically. I drank two bottles and a venti iced yesterday. Today I've only had a venti iced. However, I have two bottles, and I bet one disappears before bed. There is an adorable collection of empty ventie cups and bottles on my desk as I type this. I will list them: one half-empty Nantucket cranberry juice, one 3/4 empty water, two empty waters, two empty Snapple green teas, two empty iced venties (were green tea), an empty Nantucket half tea/half lemonade, a half-empty Lipton diet white tea with raspberry (NASTY), two new Snapple green teas, an unopened Snapple diet lemon iced tea, and two empty Snapple diet teas. And an empty plastic water bottle and an empty coffee cup. That is a lot of liquid containers.
And that is the end of my entry.