On days I open for Starbucks, my alarm wakes me at 4:00am. We are scheduled to arrive at 4:30, giving us half an hour to prepare for the day. Every morning I awake to slave myself away, I always say to myself, “God did not intend man to wake up this early.”
The thought is followed by another which reminds of the purpose for working there: insurance. Someday it will pay off, especially once we have a child. I know that when that baby is in my arms, all the hours spent making lattes and frappachinos will be well worth it.
At least Starbucks is an enjoyable experience. Not to many places are as fun to work for (at least in retail), which is rather unfortunate. If you hate your job, what’s holding you back from finding something better?
