CLOPENING.
As much as I hate hate HATE Frappuccino Happy Hour..
The playlist is awesome.
Let’s just say that I already blast it during my shifts….
Attention Starbucks Partners!
Man the boundaries!
Gird your loins!
Prepare yourselves for battle!
Summer is almost here…
MCF’s are coming back.
So is Frappuccino Happy CRAPPY Hour.
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Just experienced my first time covering as a shift at another store.
It was fucking hell for the following reasons:
1. Saturday is their “Seattle” order day, so I walk in to see a city of boxes in the lobby.
2. The opening barista was late.
3. The store was a giant mess to begin with (garbage was full, lobby wasn’t swept, etc.)
4. The closing crew from the evening prior didn’t drop their tips.
5. The late opening barista was bitching and moaning about being sick and asked to go home early; mind you, she only had a four hour shift.
6. When I was preparing the deposit, an entire till drop was missing. Seriously. 184 dollars supernaturally “vanished” from the safe and was nowhere to be found. ON TOP of the fact that they had a till count that was 13 dollars over and a drawer that was 44 dollars over from what it’s supposed to have.
7. The next partner to come in was wearing a gray shirt and worked in it. Mind you, he was on bar and was drinking a drink, talking on the phone, AND listening to his iPod.
8. The closing shift I was supposed to “hand the keys over to” was apparently fired and so the overseeing manager was trying to find coverage while still trying to figure out the whole deposit disaster.
To say it was hell is a drastic understatement. At least my partners came to visit me.
97%
QASA score, baby. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh
I was in the middle of checking something on the DCR when I look up and see “The EcoSure Lady”.
I immediately called my manager on the floor and I kid you not, my partners and I looked like a platoon ready to go to war.
Rags? Changed those bitches AND left them in the bucket.
Carafe? Threw that shit out in the back.
We apparently had a tray of Classic coffee cake that had to be marked out on Monday (it was Tuesday). I literally shoved that tray in the trash and threw all of the dishes inside the dishwasher.
Needless to say, after constantly scoping her out and watching her every move, she prints out the score and we all freaked out (good way, obviously).
This is the highest we’ve ever been, and my store has the highest score in our district. Happy? More like ecstatic!
If you see me running around putting sandwiches in the oven, listening to DT orders, brewing coffee, calling the line, AND ringing up customers in the front.
Don’t fucking tell me, “I’m still waiting for that box of coffee.”
It’s not my fucking fault that your inconsiderate, pretentious ass didn’t think to call ahead to order a traveler—ESPECIALLY when we’re in the smack dab middle of our rush.
AKDJFHXIGREWOTPPXNXJWUJDJNDUGGGGGHHHHH
“is this ALL the pastries you have?!”
No, I keep a secret stash in the Batcave with my magic hot sandwich maker and Gold.
Customers who come in, during morning rushes, and order travelers.
