lilBalzac 1 points 3y ago
I ran until my feet blistered, and finally tore. I am a shift. Working with other shifts. Guests were unforgiving about our predicament, but would look me in the eye, smile and drop a 20, 50, or $100 in the tip bucket... which all goes to the absentee green-bean baristas who show up for half their shifts and keep hiding in the back. Good times. High school kid shows up one day and grabs a weeks pay for me in tips while I work off the clock to try to keep from drowning. Unreal.