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Attention everyone: I have been wearing the same article of clothing for two days. Curious?
Yes. I now have a job at Starbucks.
And it is NOT easy.
Well...drinks are fairly easy. Assuming you read the recipe manual and follow directions, it's pretty much idiot-proof.
Not so much Crystal-proof, though...Since I began yesterday, I have managed to explode steamed milk all over the counter, bring in six gallons of the wrong brand of milk when doing stock, drip a big schlooort of mocha syrup on my apron (yeah, I know that's what they're for, but still) and merrily dump a Frappuchino into the blender and turn it on...sans lid.
Otherwise, the drink-making is going fairly well, and it's actually a lot of fun. I love making the Frappuchinos, even though I can rarely remember how many squirts of syrup / scoops of chocolate chips / what U.B.B. stands for. Lattes...not so much. The espresso machine is a wee bit intimidating.
I've only met two of my coworkers. Brittney is excessively cool. I learned a lot about her in four hours - she's a recovered drug addict who got kicked out of school for, no shit, bank robbery, and is now working toward college. Aaron is a big guy, a senior up at Grandview who loves to make fun of me. Fortunately, my comebacks are good when I'm not flustered by the four mint mocha chip Fraps I'm blending at the moment or frantically pushing buttons on the cash register and crying, wondering why it won't stop beeping at me, so it's all good. He's a cool guy.
Michele, my manager, is...well. Let's just describe her with an anecdote : she had to take an employee to the clinic for a worker's comp thing (he slipped and dislocated his kneecap) and spent about ten minutes cruising around the store in the little motorized sit-down carts while the poor guy moaned in agony in the staffroom.
All in all, I'm loving this. The cash register will kill me eventually, as it seems to enjoy beeping at me for no apparent reason and suddenly flinging out the cash drawer to pummel me in the stomach and beeping in an evil sort of way, as if to say, "MWAHA! You will never memorize these codes or button sequences! NEVER! RAAAAH!!"...but the rest of it is great.
$7.50 an hour. Not bad.
Anyway, if you got this far in this boring-ass entry, thanks for reading.
Yes. I now have a job at Starbucks.
And it is NOT easy.
Well...drinks are fairly easy. Assuming you read the recipe manual and follow directions, it's pretty much idiot-proof.
Not so much Crystal-proof, though...Since I began yesterday, I have managed to explode steamed milk all over the counter, bring in six gallons of the wrong brand of milk when doing stock, drip a big schlooort of mocha syrup on my apron (yeah, I know that's what they're for, but still) and merrily dump a Frappuchino into the blender and turn it on...sans lid.
Otherwise, the drink-making is going fairly well, and it's actually a lot of fun. I love making the Frappuchinos, even though I can rarely remember how many squirts of syrup / scoops of chocolate chips / what U.B.B. stands for. Lattes...not so much. The espresso machine is a wee bit intimidating.
I've only met two of my coworkers. Brittney is excessively cool. I learned a lot about her in four hours - she's a recovered drug addict who got kicked out of school for, no shit, bank robbery, and is now working toward college. Aaron is a big guy, a senior up at Grandview who loves to make fun of me. Fortunately, my comebacks are good when I'm not flustered by the four mint mocha chip Fraps I'm blending at the moment or frantically pushing buttons on the cash register and crying, wondering why it won't stop beeping at me, so it's all good. He's a cool guy.
Michele, my manager, is...well. Let's just describe her with an anecdote : she had to take an employee to the clinic for a worker's comp thing (he slipped and dislocated his kneecap) and spent about ten minutes cruising around the store in the little motorized sit-down carts while the poor guy moaned in agony in the staffroom.
All in all, I'm loving this. The cash register will kill me eventually, as it seems to enjoy beeping at me for no apparent reason and suddenly flinging out the cash drawer to pummel me in the stomach and beeping in an evil sort of way, as if to say, "MWAHA! You will never memorize these codes or button sequences! NEVER! RAAAAH!!"...but the rest of it is great.
$7.50 an hour. Not bad.
Anyway, if you got this far in this boring-ass entry, thanks for reading.