Gen X was the last generation to actually grow tf up, and kids these days sure do love to make sure we know it.
Take, for example, this 20-something Starbucks barista who not only had a full-blown MELTDOWN over being busy at work, but also thought it was super important to share it on the internet:
Trans Barrister has meltdown because 8 hours is too long to work on a day… pic.twitter.com/IfVSzZ4G0w
— Sebastian Gorka DrG (@SebGorka) October 30, 2022
Oh my God. Someone call an ambulance, I just sprained my eyeballs from rolling them so hard.
Evan, a trans barista, sat down in the back room to explain why Starbucks needs a union. He sets the scene by explaining that he is a full-time student who works 25 hours a week, and often gets scheduled for 8 and a half-hour shifts on the weekends (open to close). Great start! Getting an education, working to support himself, his manager is sensitive to the fact that his weekdays are probably consumed by classes.
But this is not good enough for our weeping protagonist. “There’s so many customers,” he tearfully explains, which was an insurmountable obstacle because they had four people in that day (five were scheduled, but one called out) and 13 employees total at the store.
So, okay, they’re short-staffed. I would imagine 98% of people who have worked in a retail/service role in the past 2-3 years can relate and know that, in these situations, you have to roll up your sleeves and get the work done. I worked at a liquor store the past few months that was egregiously understaffed, but we stayed flexible, backed each other up, and ran a tight ship. You know, like grown ups.
Evan, however, is not a grown up. Evan is the first person to have ever dealt with being understaffed and overwhelmed, so it makes total sense to. . . sit in the back room and sob about your job?
Like, you guys, this is a DIRECT QUOTE:
“There’s so many mobile orders, and I need to get through all of them, and then people are yelling at me because I don’t have their orders ready and I don’t know what to do [sob].”
You don’t know what to do, Evan? You don’t know what to do? Well, howdy doo, allow me. If I may address you, Evan, if I can pretend that you’ve found this article and are reading it now, here’s what I’d like you to know.
Bbcakes, you need to grow TF up. You are clearly having a bad day and I empathize with you! I’d be lying if I said I’ve never hidden under a desk for a hot minute because I’m feeling overwhelmed. I’ve certainly said melodramatic things about my job and made serious plans to walk out. So you might think that it’s mean-spirited to give you a hard time about your, frankly, ridiculous meltdown, but here’s the thing, boo: You posted it for the world to see.
Grown ups have their meltdowns in private. Grown ups understand that they are not the protagonist of the world and that life not only isn’t always fair, but rarely is. You demand accountability from your managers, but take no accountability for yourself. You’re at your wit’s end with this job? THEN GET A DIFFERENT JOB. Posting a video to the internet of you blubbering in the back room isn’t going to improve your work life. You know what will? Walking into a different, better place of work and asking for an application.
And for God’s sake, man, raise your bar for what is meltdown-worthy, or you’re going to be crying for the rest of your life. Honestly, Evan, I wish you the best. Truly. But hot damn, you’re going to have to nut up and do some work to get there.
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He can’t nut up, he’s a she.
I used to open a retail store three mornings a week for a friend of mine. I’d leave at noon, go home change clothes and go to work in Chicago at a forging shop from 1:30pm to 11:30pm. and did that 6-7 days a week there. Cry me a river!
Gotta wonder what Evan’s getting his degree in. Obviously it’s not science based. As an accountant we would work 12 hour days for a week at the year ends and maybe 2 to 3 12 hour days at each quarter. It’s called deadlines and they had to be met.
I’m not sure Evan is posting this because he really hates his job, I think it also goes with the mental illness aspect of being trans, that “look at me” stuff.
Sorry not sorry you were misgendered, poor kid get a grip you’ll soon realize that 25 hours is a cake walk, wait till you get a full time job.
Gee, poor thing. Before I retired, I would sometimes have to come in at 1:30 in the morning, after working a full, maybe 10 hour day previously, so that I could participate in a software install. The install would run for several hours normally, so I would put in a full 8 hour day (install, follow up stuff). Fortunately, my boss understood what we were doing so I could then leave after finishing my install tasks. I didn’t get paid extra for this (though I did get paid very well overall). I don’t really feel very sorry for him/her/it.