twenty-four, eighty eight

Hannah, 24, 01241988, central northwestern illinois, barista, encourager, funny, and all that jazz. I love Jesus and green ice tea. It would be awesome to have fabulous hair for five years.

Permalink fuckyeahretailrobin: If you work at Starbucks or any other coffee house, this should be extremely relevant to you. I always call super modified drinks when there is only ONE customer in the store standing at the hand-off platform. Ninety percent of the time they grab it and go “is this mine?” Now we even put names on cups on the east coast and people STILL ask. ALL THE TIME. You are the only customer in the store, whose drink would it be other than yours? Morgan Freeman? Mr. T? Jackie Ivanco?  Seriously.
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Anniversaries

  1. My tumblr turned THREE on July 16th. It’s been a pretty steady love affair. I’ve had my live journal for nine years but I never was consistent with posting, I had a brief stint in 2005/2006 but nothing consistent like tumblr.
  2. Come September I’ll have worked for Starbucks for THREE years. Holy guacamole ya’ll. Oh and there is talk that I might be the next shift supervisor. Finally after a year and a half. It pays when you listen to your SM, ASM, and SS about the things you need to work on.

Other news: Pretty sure people will be mad at me tomorrow at work. I wrote a semi mean note about not sending out plexis through the sanitizer because the santizer causes them to break, and about people NOT RINSING OUT SYRUP PUMPS WHEN THEY CHANGE THE SYRUP. GROSS! This is why our syrup pumps clog! I’ve coached people and coached people on these two things. So I finally got sick of it and wrote a note. I wanted to remind people that drains are an important part of our tasks, especially in the summer when we are plagued with flies who are attracted to Starbucks sweet sugary delights but I figure most partners can figure that out themselves.

Ok, I’m guilty of taking a shortcut every once in a while but these things are company standard and need to be done right! UGH.

The end of my rant.