Sinking
My boss at the accounting job had heard about Starbucks closing. He was pretty nice about it, and said he's happy with me going to 5 days a week at that job if I wanted to. So, I have that.
He even let me go home half an hour early today, maybe because he was feeling bad about it. But I had done all my work for the day anyway, and he didn't want to start me on something big that'd take a while.
I'm opening tomorrow. There was meant to be a couple of hours for sampling the newest drink, but I'm going to assume no one will bother. I don't know what I'll do. In a way, it's like everything I've done is being thrown away. Over three years with that company, all up. I have scars from Sunday, when I cleaned out the ice machine, and scrubbed the coffee urns, and all the other scars I've gathered over the years.
Luckily CS (comics supervisor) has been keeping me up to date on everything that's been happening. I only knew about the meeting yesterday from him, and we speculated it was about closures. Neither of us thought it'd be so dramatic or so quick, though. By Sunday most stores will be shut.
Saturday's our last day serving people. Sunday we'll be going in to clear up. I think it may be the hardest shift ever.
Redundancy packages are going out. There are too many cuts for them to offer relocations to partners. I can guess which stores are remaining, and I hate them all for surviving instead of mine.
People keep saying "that's OK, it doesn't matter" because I was leaving anyway/it's just Starbucks/the coffee's bad/it's not my career. But it does matter.
That store made me enjoy working at Starbucks again. I made good friends there. I got to keep working with manual espresso machines there, when automatic ones came in to all the other ones I've worked at. It was a fun, relaxed, happy store. I got to make "Your barista is: The Batman/ a ninja" signs. I got to draw elephants on the boards, or just decorate them in other ways. We got to go out for dinners and drinks pretty regularly as a group, a thing which never happened at City Square. I lost my fun job.
It's a different matter, thinking you're leaving something that'll remain, that you can go visit, to leaving something that's going to disappear.
This morning I had a few moments of quiet before I remembered.
It's a hard thing to remember.
I think I may end up getting the redundancy package after all, since my manager had held off on processing the resignation (CS says he was hoping to convince me to stay on as a casual). But we'll see. I still feel residual guilt about it.
He even let me go home half an hour early today, maybe because he was feeling bad about it. But I had done all my work for the day anyway, and he didn't want to start me on something big that'd take a while.
I'm opening tomorrow. There was meant to be a couple of hours for sampling the newest drink, but I'm going to assume no one will bother. I don't know what I'll do. In a way, it's like everything I've done is being thrown away. Over three years with that company, all up. I have scars from Sunday, when I cleaned out the ice machine, and scrubbed the coffee urns, and all the other scars I've gathered over the years.
Luckily CS (comics supervisor) has been keeping me up to date on everything that's been happening. I only knew about the meeting yesterday from him, and we speculated it was about closures. Neither of us thought it'd be so dramatic or so quick, though. By Sunday most stores will be shut.
Saturday's our last day serving people. Sunday we'll be going in to clear up. I think it may be the hardest shift ever.
Redundancy packages are going out. There are too many cuts for them to offer relocations to partners. I can guess which stores are remaining, and I hate them all for surviving instead of mine.
People keep saying "that's OK, it doesn't matter" because I was leaving anyway/it's just Starbucks/the coffee's bad/it's not my career. But it does matter.
That store made me enjoy working at Starbucks again. I made good friends there. I got to keep working with manual espresso machines there, when automatic ones came in to all the other ones I've worked at. It was a fun, relaxed, happy store. I got to make "Your barista is: The Batman/ a ninja" signs. I got to draw elephants on the boards, or just decorate them in other ways. We got to go out for dinners and drinks pretty regularly as a group, a thing which never happened at City Square. I lost my fun job.
It's a different matter, thinking you're leaving something that'll remain, that you can go visit, to leaving something that's going to disappear.
This morning I had a few moments of quiet before I remembered.
It's a hard thing to remember.
I think I may end up getting the redundancy package after all, since my manager had held off on processing the resignation (CS says he was hoping to convince me to stay on as a casual). But we'll see. I still feel residual guilt about it.