WOW. My feet, neck, and back are KILLING me.
I just got home from working as a barista at a convention. I have TWO MORE DAYS of this before it's over.
I'm def not complaining, but my feet are not even attached to my body anymore. Time actually went by super fast today and the guy I was working with did a great job at keeping up with the 3,000 people we probably served. Oh, but of course there's always that ONE person. Well, there was one guy who literally came back like eight times. I'd die if I drank that much Espresso.
So, my shift is over and I'm in the bathroom rinsing things out. This woman starts ambushing me about how many times the creamer container was washed today. I respond to her every time she asks me with "I don't know." She then goes, "Oh, so never (insert annoying, smart ass laugh here).
" Me: "I DON'T KNOW."
Her: "I noticed that container sat out all day long. That milk sat out all day."
Me: "No it didn't."
Her: "I noticed you guys don't have any fresh running water around."
Me: "Actually, we have water in the back and ice chests for the milk and creamer."
Her: "What KIND of water?"
OKAY...This is the point I'm ready to take her by the back of the head and bash her into the sink. At this point, I'm politely thinking WHO THE FRICK ARE YOU LADY? The coffee cleanliness police? I ignored her and got on my marry way. I love people who think they are something special. HI-LARIOUS!
Anyway, let's see if she tramples by tomorrow. By the end of this, I'll seriously give her a piece of my mind.
BLAH! Oh and I'm not having Starbucks again for probably 6 months. Having to stand and smell freshly ground coffee for the past 8 hours is enough to last me a long time.
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