I work at the Starbucks... I mentioned that in my header so if you're surprised you're retarded too! I work with a group of mainly girls because let's face it, the title barista does not exactly scream "HOLY CRAP LOOK HOW BUTCH I AM" for guys who may have that title.
One of the great things about Starbucks (love or hate their coffee I could care less) is that they honestly do try to do good things for the greater community. They offer benefits to people like me who work 20 hours a week...the benefits are inexpensive and AMAZING when you consider how much health insurance costs by itself, and that's not the only benefit they offer. Regardless of things offered to empolyees a/k/a "Partners" my store, like I believe all Starbucks stores, donates our day old pastries to a local charity.
So this girl I work with, we'll call her Tiffani (because that name fits the super bright!) who, while really a nice person who is very kind, is dumber than a box of hair. In fact, I'm not sure the box of hair might not beat her in a trivia competition if it was animate enough to talk. She's bright as a burned out light bulb... I think you get picture! Sharp as a marble. Really! Today the gentleman who comes from the local charity to pick up our day old pastries came in at roughly the same time he always comes in EVERY DAY! Tiffani, apparently never having noticed him until yesterday said and I quote, "Wow, he was just here yesterday!" I told her that yes, he comes every day.
Her response, and I'm not making this up... "WOW, they must be needy!"
I then shot her in the face because her brain was obviously in serious pain from lack of use.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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