I worked at Starbucks for a year and a half and my mental health has never been the same. My shift supervisor would yell at me all the time and keep on saying how I should be fired. It was constant until I was having panic attacks. Of course he was going to school to be a cop.
I would panic at least every 2nd or 3rd shift. The only part I liked was washing dishes. I was alone and could play music or text on the job.
The main manager of the store was never there and when she was, she hardly did her job. She was gone for at least 9 months yet she still got paid a fuck lot more than me for not even working.
I was hardly allowed time off when my grandparents died. I had to beg for that.
I could go on for a lot longer but I don't want to bore anyone or sound like a whiner.