Work at a Tarbucks, I have since 2013, minus a year and a half where I was a barista somewhere else. Love the job, but I’m so sick and tired of being yelled at and talked down to over coffee.
A young dude and his little sister came in today. They ordered 3 drinks, were nice, all is cool. The little sister comes back and says her brother wants his frapp remade, it has too much milk in it. I was like okay, no problem, so I made it again with an extra pump of roast and syrup so it would taste less milky, I guess.
An hour or so later she comes back and brother is storming in with one of the other drinks. I ask him what’s up, and he snaps “What did you give me?” I was like a salted caramel mocha, is that not what you wanted? He says no, he wanted a salted caramel. I was like okay, well the holiday drink is a salted caramel mocha, it has mocha and toffee nut, and asked him if he wanted just the toffee nut, no mocha, or if he was wanting a more caramel based drink with the salt.
He goes off on me arguing about how he wants a salted caramel and he shouldn’t have to come back, and he starts cussing. I explained again that a salted caramel isn’t exactly a drink, so I just wanted to clarify and that I’ll remake it, but if he was that upset I could give him a refund for all the drinks. He’s cussing and says he just wants it remade. We have a full line at this point, so I asked the other barista to hand me another cup to remake it. I remake it, and he complains it’s the wrong size. Oh my god. So I’m like okay, I’ll make it again. He starts yelling at me, in front of everyone, that the person who the drink is for is highly allergic to chocolate and that I’m not taking the situation seriously. I apologized saying I assumed it was the salted caramel mocha, and I am remaking it. He keeps yelling and cussing at me, I just keep repeating that I’m remaking it for him, but at this point I’m shaking. Finally I asked the other barista if he would remake it, again, for the 4th time, because I was suppose to be off 30 minutes earlier and wanted to just remove myself from the situation.
The other barista was like yeah sure, so I explained what he wanted, then I was telling the other baristas that I was going to print some more of our cleaning logs, I’d bring them back, then I have to clock out and go.
The guy starts saying “get the fuck out of here, fucking go”.
I can usually handle the bullshit, but I sat in my car and cried afterwards because every day it’s something different over a freaking cup of coffee. Tomorrow I’m asking to be moved out of Starbucks and into another department. I mentally cannot handle it anymore