Bitter Starbeezy.

Being tired is my disease. Being hurt and aching are things that go along with it. Where does this come from? Stress? I do not want to be so tired all the time.
Right now I'm up, solely because I know that when I wake up, it will be into a day where I have to wake early and work in an atmosphere that makes me uncomfortable.
Starbucks. A place I have grown more and more detached to. I know that being there will cause me physical pain. Carpal tunnel from making drinks, headaches from wearing a headset, and neckaches from the green apron. I know that once there, people will demand and criticize and indulge in great gluttony- and never tip. I know that people will arrive, look past me, talk on their phones while ordering from me, shove their money in my hand, and writhe their ways into getting past the system and pinching a few pennies. I know that they will expect great service, when frankly? I don't want to give that to them. I know that people will honk their horns to get my attention in drive through, only to not even know what they want.
Can you tell that I'm bitter?
I've worked at Starbucks for almost 5 years and it's opened a lot of doors for me. It's flexible, and treats it's partners with a good amount of fairness. BUT, it's a pain in my ass and I can't wait till the day when I can quit that mother.
Every night has become a true test of my strength. My strength to not tell someone "No you can't have fucking extra caramel and extra whipped cream on your stupid Caramel Frappuccino. No, I already wrote down that you wanted a grande, I'm not going to waste a fucking cup because now you're suddenly thirstier and 'need' a venti. No I will NOT remake your drink because you fucked up and ordered the wrong thing EVEN after I made sure that was really what you wanted. And hey, I'm not going to ask you if you want a fuckin' pastry to go with that, because your greedy ass doesn't need it."

Los Angeles is wonderful, and I almost shed a tear looking out of my car window today. I love being here with every fiber of my being. I'm happy. And one day I wont work at Starbucks. One day that will happen. AND. IT. WILL. BE. AWESOME. (understatement)