if you glare at me with your arms crossed and stand right by the ovens as i warm your food i will 100% pretend not to see you and make you walk to the hand-off bar to get your sandwiches you impatient scumbag
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if you glare at me with your arms crossed and stand right by the ovens as i warm your food i will 100% pretend not to see you and make you walk to the hand-off bar to get your sandwiches you impatient scumbag
My life sucks so I have to take it out on this cashier.
Every mean customer ever (via buttercup89)
there’s a new regular at my job, Mike. what i like about Mike is, everyday he comes in and walks directly up to me and goes, “what do i get?” and ANY drink i rattle off to him, he gets, no hesitation. i am scared i will betray him, and recommend something he will hate. Mikes’ got me under a lot of pressure. i hope i never let Mike down.
Today we had a guy come in and when I asked if it was for here or to go he said “to go. No wait that’s a lie. It’s for here. I’ll pay the tax, why not? Donald Trump won’t do it so someone has to” and I swear to god if I could have comped his drink I would have
Say cwahsahnt one more time I dare you
Dear customer, Why are you adding cream to a latte? Do you know what a latte is? Its 90% milk. Sincerely, a confused barista
*Working at Starbucks during a rush*
Milk steamer: *screeches*
Me: Same.
Me: buying coffee/lunch
Customer: YOU'RE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE COUNTER AHAHAHAHAAHA
Me: (expecting this joke) yes, believe it or not, I am allowed out.
No.
When you “play fight” about who’s going to pay, it’s not funny, it’s desperately awkward for me, the person who has to choose whose card/cash to take. Just don’t.
It's a good thing that Starbucks now offers help with metal health treatment because with the shit we deal with we'll surely need it
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Customers who come in before 6am: why tho?
Waking up at 4am has it perks
LEO DECAFRIO #BARISTALIFE 😂 “Just me & my #Starbucks WorkFriend #baristalife #tobeapartner #fail #startedfromthebottom #LeoDecafrio #Puns #GetIt?? #illNeverBeAnAstronaut”
When you’re relaxing at home hours after a shift and you think to yourself, “THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NONFAT”
So we’re in that super fun Sunday afternoon rush and this woman orders a salted caramel mocha. Her exact words. “A grande salted caramel mocha”. There is one of those hour gaps where it’s just two people, so it’s just me and my barista, and he is trying to get through these drinks. Hers gets called out and she takes her sweet ass time getting it, but when she does, and mind you, I still have a line, she makes a face and says, “but I wanted a frappuccino.” I excuse myself to the customer in line, and say, “I’m sorry, you ordered a salted caramel mocha?” She says, “Yes, but I wanted a frappuccino. The menu says it comes as one.” And I’m like, “Yes, ma'am, but you have to tell me you want it as a frappuccino. Standard salted caramel mocha is a hot drink.” I kid you not, she gets this dumb look on her face and says, “So I have to /tell/ you?” Like, yes bitch, I cannot read your fucking mind. Meanwhile, the two women still in line are patiently waiting, so I try to multitask, telling the complaining customer I will handle it in a moment and then taking their order. I remake her damn drink. Again, she takes her sweet-ass time getting it from the handout, and then tells me she wants the number of corporate, and that no, there is nothing I can do to make it better, because now she was late getting back to work.
There was fifteen minutes left in my shift. The worst part was that when the next SS came into relieve me, and I told him she might either call the store or corporate, he said she was right, because she shouldn’t have had to wait. (She didn’t she was on her fucking phone and was more interested in her texts than getting her damn drink, both times)
I came damn close to being arrested for murder right then.