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[caithream]

FFS, Starbucks.

If I wanted to pushpushpush selling something to a customer, and getting commission for it, I'd be in sales. But I don't, so I'm not. Me and a coworker asked nearly every freaking person who came into the store, and no, 99% did not want to buy VIA, the instant coffee. Oh, I'm sorry, ready brew. Can't say instant coffee. People get the wrong ideas. (But the kicker is, it tastes only 50% less shittier than regular instant coffee.)

I was on bar, making drinks, and this lady says, "Your VIA really really doesn't taste good." "Uh, okay," I say. "No really. It's not going to sell." Thanks asshole. I already know that. Please don't make my job harder, because that is my job. It's all about numbers. EVERYTHING is about numbers now. If our store doesn't sell x-number of packets of VIA, someone is, quite literally, being fired. Hey, it's not my fault your products aren't selling. And I know our regulars just loooove over-bearing baristas shoving this stuff in their faces. This is what I have to deal with tomorrow morning. Being with my manager and hearing her push this shit like it's brownies laced with the Good Stuff.

Plus, our new aprons are the same orange as Home Depot. So. Funtimes all around.

My care-level for schoolwork is, um. Rapidly descending into nonexistent. I want to feel bad about this, I do, but I'm too sick of it to be able to. I just want to be done. I just want to be out of here. It's like I've had this goal that I've been looking forward to for so long and I just can't seem to reach it. I know, two months. 70 days. But it honestly feels like it's never going to end.

...Hey! Tomorrow is Thursday. OhGod. I needed Thursdays back in my life. Like. A lot. I am really really REALLY excited. And then Saturday my parents are coming to visit and we're totally going to Buca di Beppo (aka holy crap never ever EVER going to Olive Garden again). And then next Thursday is DENVER! And the week after that I'm going home for my sister's birthday! So. Things. Fun things. Must concentrate on fun things.

Also, may I randomly add that there is this guy who comes into Starbucks who looks like a DEAD RINGER for Lucifer. I was looking down and was like, "Hey, what can I get-UH." But, he's German. And drinks a grande caramel macchiato. In case, you know, you ever need to appease Satan with caffeine, that's your best bet.

Comments

[goodnight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's completely retarded. At least they try to give us incentives though...if we sell a certain amount per week for a month we get a $500 party for the store.

[caithream.livejournal.com]

Ohh, yeah, I think I remember seeing a note or something about that in the back. Hey, how about you give ME $500 for making a fool of myself on every shift, yeah?