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Added 2008-03-04 @ 9:08 p.m..
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Today at work, I was so tired, that I would have sworn Jon walked in today. So much so that I immediately went straight for the back room to "search" for more lids when, in reality, we didn't need them. I don't understand why I am so scared to be around him again. Maybe it's embarrassment. Maybe it's anger. Maybe I think, if he ever comes into my Starbucks, I'll end up launching a big metal spoon at his face and throwing freshly steamed milk at his crotch and end up in jail for assault with a deadly weapon. Or maybe I'm just scared he won't acknowledge my existence. In the end, I just imagined his entrance. Instead, it was just some guy who was wearing a coat that looked a lot like his. I think I imagined him because it's been about a year since I made the terrible mistake of sleeping with him. What's done is done, I suppose. Now I have Luke and I'm happy. I really am.
Not only did I imagine the presence of Jon, but I just about smacked two girls across the face, both at two different times of the day. The first girl was the girl I open with, Shelby. She's so slow it just irritates me. And she doesn't ever EVER make step up and do things without me telling her to. Like, once she finishes making frappuccino bases she stands there while cups still need to be stocked, chairs still need to be put out, coffee needs to be made and I am busy trying to put pastries in the case. I psuedo snapped at her this morning too. And then little Miss Amanda comes in about 30 minutes, if even, after Shelby leaves and she's even worse. She started working at Starbucks at the beginning of the year and she still can't make drinks, as she claims, or write on cups correctly. She just kind of makes up her own language with the cups and refuses to make drinks because she "don't know how" when in reality I know she can at least make frappuccinos because, whenever she wants, she just makes one and runs out of the store to give it to one of her friends waiting outside. And she refuses to write on cups correctly. I always correct her! I turn to her and say, "Hey. You need to put an "F" at the end of all frappuccino beverages, otherwise I think someone wants an iced drink." And you know what she says?! "I don't mean to be bitchy, but I don't care. I'll just write on cups my own way." It drives me off the wall. Customers complain to me when I give them the wrong drink when it's not really my fault. Leah (the other girl I work with) and I finally broke down and complained to one of our superiors/learn coach. She told us we should probably say something to our manager and she would too, because she understands our pain. I think Leah and I should just up and stop working one day and let Amanda see what it's like. Working with her is like working with a giant hunk of rock.
I'm done bitching. I'm gonna go play The Sims 2 or Zelda: Twilight Princess on my Wii. Or something. - Beckie P.S Amanda is also too good to wear an apron or the proper uniform. Or just come running into work even though we have a line through the door and just eat a pastry. By the time she comes in, I haven't eaten once. I try SO HARD to be nice to her. But....GOD!!!!! P.S.S I decided I need a new job. Pronto.
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