But you know what? That is no reason to be a quitter. Because I'm not a quitter. I got fired. For clearly hating my job. And for some really rude Yelp posts about me. And here's what I have to say to you, the Yelpers:
Go fuck yourselves and each other in really uncomfortable, awkward ways. You hurt my feelings when you call me a "hipster with an attitude problem" in a public forum. Havn't you ever hated your job? Havn't you ever been overworked and underpaid? You should be saying mean things about the owner, not about the unfortunate byproduct middle man peddling his goods for minimum wage. And more importantly, if you had spent anywhere near enough time with me to be talking shit about me, you would know that I eat bacon cheeseburgers like every other day (not vegan) and like to drive my car angrily around cyclists (because I am not cool enough to ride a bike). Those things alone take me clear out of the hipster category. One day, I will construct a public forum website for employees to review employers and customers. If that existed, I never would have taken this last job because someone would have said. "man it sucks working here. we don't get paid enough and the boss doesn't give a shit that everything is broken and we are out of everything all the time. the majority of the customers are people who order on their cell phones because they are too busy making twenty times what we make and don't tip and junkies coming in to shoot up in the bathroom you have to clean later." If only I had known.
All bitching rants aside, I got a new coffee shop job. I tried for a month to find something different and better, but you need experience to get any job. At least this coffee shop doesn't have any tweaker regulars and serves good coffee. I am still bitter that I am not making 100K a year yet, so I want to keep telling stories about being a barista. I want to keep this job so I can pay rent, so I won't tell any stories pertaining to it. I do have some gems from other places, maybe I'll try to finish them before I post.
PS the end of the drunk guy story goes like this: I had to turn around to refill someone's teacup from the hellburnwaterdispenser and in that time the drunk guy started yelling at the hippy on stage that he needed to "feeeeel it maaan!! you're not into it!!! COME ON!!!!" I told him he had to leave and he turned to me, put his hands on the counter to stabilize himself and said, "OK fine, but you know what??? I LOVE YOU," and stumbled out the door. I guess he's the better person because he loves me.
