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"its very sinful of you to be working on the lord's day, you know"
lady, i doubt that i, a dykey gnc jewish gay, am going to your christian hell just for earning time and a half while i make your triple venti nonfat no whip breve mocha at my shitty airport cafe job
like, maybe that's the last straw, but I doubt it
"I want a grande caramel."
"Absolutely, ma'am. Will that be a grade caramel macciato, a grande caramel latte? Frappuccino?"
"A grande caramel. I always get a grande caramel at my regular starbucks."
"Yes ma'am, but I'm afraid I'm not--"
"Grande. Caramel."
It wound up being an iced coffee with caramel, which maybe eight other people have ever ordered in the 10 months I've worked here. :/
Customers who should not call me baby, darling, sweetheart, sugar, ect: any man
Customers who get a pass just this once: older butch women who wear pinstripe suits and know their assistant's coffee order by heart
Customer Of The Day: “Do I have to wait in line?”
yes. yes you do.
Customer Of The Day: "why did you put ice in my iced coffee?"
The head manager was down among us lowly peons this morning, because we are that severely understaffed. He called my coworker by the wrong name, made me serve a customer a display item that was hours old, and opened the store almost 1/2 an hour before we ready because "the coffee was brewed" and so obviously there's nothing else that would be easier to do without stopping every 5 seconds to make drinks. Like inventory or something.
And THEN he told me and my coworker (whose name he got wrong again, after being corrected) that we're a great team and he wants to have us be his go-to opening baristas when he has to work
today i got a (v small) 1st degree burn from molten cheese
that auditory processing disorder feel when you’re trying to take a customer’s order and find the right buttons on the pos pos while the cast of Glee sings “don’t stop believing” in ten-part harmony into your left ear
