I just got thoroughly f***ed in the *ss. I guess it's my fault for wearing nothing but my green apron to work. ;) But srsly, today sucked. Like a hoor on a Friday night. And my throat hurts.
With an endless line, losing my voice, I announced to my supervisor that if I didn't get a break, I was walking out. "This is bulls***! You said a tall coffee? $1.79! Have a nice day! I swear I will just leave! What can I get for you today?! Ridiculous! Grande nonfat mocha?? OK!" It's the day after a holiday. And we had two people. Two. Just me and the shift. I'm exhausted. I want to cry.
To add further insult to injury, we made a grand total of 21 cents in tips. Split between two people. Ha-ha. We can't put the tip jar out (at least, not when managers or the like are around) ...and despite the horde, and the gang raping I got, just ONE person asked "Do you accept tips?" Twenty one cents. Awesome!!! I didn't even bother taking my ten and a half pennies.
I did get a break though. Even though I signed away my rights to such. Initially my manager refused to help us out when my supervisor asked, telling us how busy she was and had to leave soon, after she sat in the back for an hour, eating her lunch. To which I commented, "Oh. That's nice. So... I don't get a break today?" Shooting my famous death glare. :P She relented.
Anyway, so that's the story of my life.