After working for awhile, I have realized something very important.
Mainly, we have to believe in ourselves.
I know, it sounds like a feel-good made for TV movie moment. However, it’s been especially true for my life. I have been told that I am worthless by certain individuals. To some extent, I had internalized it for years and maybe this will be an on-going dialogue.
However, getting up and facing the world on a daily basis is sometimes the real success story.
This is a great movie.
What I want to say EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Baristas are paid minimum wage to follow their company’s policies. That includes using whatever terms their company decides on for branding purposes. If you want a frappuccino instead of a frappe, a large instead of a venti, or whatever other thing you wanna call your drink, that’s fine. Your barista? They are paid shitty wages and work shitty hours and have to deal with hundreds of people telling them medium instead of grande, or large instead of venti (which refers to the fact that it is, actually, 20 oz of liquid, meaning you’re being a jackass for no reason).
Your barista isn’t stupid. They know what a fucking ‘large’ is and they know their store’s branding and slang sounds dumb to a lot of people. So how about, instead of being an asshole to a minimum wage worker, you consider why you keep buying $6 coffees instead of making that shit at home.
I’ll say that one more time.
Your barista is not stupid.
They know what a large is, what a medium is, and what a small is.
They also know they can be fired for not toeing the company line. And they can be fired for not standing there and taking the abuse you’re spewing at them.
They are being paid to not fight back. They are being paid to stand there all day and translate medium to grande and venti and large and regular and all while you bitch about the specific words you “have” to use. They are being paid to be welcoming and friendly and nice to you while you call them stupid.
Bitch, I know baristas with Ph.Ds, okay? Back the fuck off.
The commentary. Yes.
Imagine if he said “large” and meant the size that’s called grande, but because venti is the largest, the barista gave him (and charged him for) that without double checking. I guarantee he’d be a total dick about that, too. So just fucking ask for what’s on the menu. No one will chop your balls off if you use the language the store has set.
I have never seen a Starbucks employee be rude to a customer for using non-Starbucks names for drinks or sizes. I have, however, seen countless customers be condescending and rude to Starbucks employees because of the names of said drinks and sizes. Which CLEARLY the employee behind the counter is singlehandedly responsible for naming and rolling out to every one of their 11,000 stores.
How about customers not be fuckheads? Why is that so consistently an unreasonable thing to ask?
What the gifset maker has conveniently left out here in order to shit on Baristas is where Elizabeth Banks’ character tells him he’s a “miserable dick” and that Venti means twenty in Italian and it’s a 20oz drink.
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Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten/some] friends,…
I can only think of only four titles. Most of them were plays.
Andsoshespins, your turn
Edit: How could I forget the Animorphs Series?