When I started my job at Starbucks I was ecstatic. I’ll always be grateful to my store manager for taking a chance on me and allowing me to find out I had a passion for coffee.

I will never forget the times my partners and I sang to each other with Modern Baseball songs when we were sad or the times we rocked it out during rushed and peaks.

I’ll be starting at a local coffee shop today. I’ll be trained on the barista craft by one of the best in my state, who opened the shop to give others a space to share their passion for coffee. It’s scary to leave this place, that gave me a safety net of leaving a job that I suffered a lot of mental abuse at.

To my fellow partners, kill the rest of your fucking career here. It’s a great company and you will meet some amazing people. I wish you all the best and may you also reach the day where you never have to argue over the difference between a macchiato and Frappuccino again.