Vee started in a bit of a poetic way, but I am not going to be that mysterious, though that is exactly what I like to do. Act mysteriosly. This time I am damn straight to the point.
I quite like my job. There is food, cakes, sandwiches. I can drink coffee and tea whenever I want to. Mostly I don't need to talk to people I don't know, except for simple "sugars and spoons are behind you". I just steam milk, smile mysteriously and silently think how stupid they all are.
But it is starting to change. Two 13-hour shifts in a row. And this weekend? Oh yes, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, another three thirteens. Is this even legal?
I know, most people are used to this. There are many people working harder than me. I should be just happy for having the chance to make some money. But this is deffinitelly not for me. I really think I will quit and find another job. Something that doesn't require standing on one's feet all day long, talking to people and making their wishes come true.
Call me a brat, a lazy bitch, I don't care. This is my first job and I want to complain. Our manager is acting like a total chauvinist pig, in a "I'm a boss of all you, women" way. People think you can't make any mistakes after 10 hours of work and are supposed to be perfect all day.
But I am not. So if you visit me at work, don't expect the perfect barista-me.
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