my last day at starbucks

was last saturday, the 14th. i started at 7, with arthur and tristan. then came josh. it was a regular party, as it usually is. then came terra, my favorite shift supervisor. then came kris, our "new" assistant store manager. i'm suppose to leave at 3pm, when the closer comes in, but she had called in sick. so... what happens now?

technically, we're supposed to close the store. yup, even if it's 4pm on a saturday afternoon, you aren't allowed to have one person working alone. so kris turns to be and asks, "how long are you willing to stay?"

ugh.

i tell him that i don't want to close. as good as i am for taking one for the team once and while, this isn't one of those whiles. i tell him i'll stay until 5. which mean that we'll have to shut the doors at 4pm to get all the cleaning done. it was 2:30 at this point.

he called everyone in the district. last minute on a saturday night really doesn't leave a huge pile of people to choose from. the pisser was that i had to handle the bar and the register and that damn oven while he was in the back either making calls or answering them. finally, one of the chicks from our store manager's old store agreed to come in. and she did, at 4:30.

whew.

so my last day at SB i worked a 9.5 hour shift. what a way to go out.