OMG, I worked on my uncle's farm during the summers when I was high school. It was in North Dakota near the Canadian border. The sun doesn't set until 10:00pm in the summer so I worked from 7:00am to 10:00pm, 6 days a week. Sundays were a day of rest and church. I don't remember crying for a single minute. The best part of my summers was watching Johnny Carson while eating supper at 10:30pm. Best years of my life.
I hear you. I started working when I was 13. I went to school, went to sports practice, and went to work. I was thankful for the money. For 3 years I worked 3 farms. Haying time was always a negotiation on who got me when. The first bails were about 75 lbs, the second were about 60 lbs and the last were about 45 lbs, but felt like almost nothing. And he had a bailer that shot them out. I would catch them and stack them in the wagon. The hard work helped my wrestling. But I was glad when I got my drivers license so I could work at the book store.
This reminds me of my football years in highschool. When the farming kids came to town I knew it was gonna be a long game. Guys had full man beards at 14-15 and strong as hell. I felt that game a full week after.
I didn't do any work as demanding as the above, but I started babysitting at age eleven, got my working papers at fourteen, and worked at a big five and dime store, then at fifteen got a job at a local grocery store, where I worked until I graduated high school. Worked as a secretary until I got married.
A mirror image of me. Alfalfa bails were a bitch, grass hay no problem, straw bales felt like nothing in the fall. Got paid a dollar a day and felt extremely fortunate.
Montana was the same, building cabins instead of farming but going to bed in full daylight and waking up at 4 a.m. with the sun shining sucks. Then people tell me the world is flat. Go work in Alaska and tell me about how the world isn't a sphere orbiting the sun idiots. Mexico and Hawaii are awesome for this reason but I'm sticking to my Rockies middle point from the equator.
I was pointing out the error in using hours labored as a metric to brag about. I get it, people are poor and embattled. Slaves, even worse. Is it true that the most abused and exploited among us is the most righteous?
Louis Armstrong poured his heart and soul into his recording of "What a Wonderful World," repeating it many, many times to get it right, because the song meant so much to him.
But it wasn't his biggest success during his lifetime.
That would be the theme from "Hello, Dolly!" that he worked on for maybe ten minutes.
Why do these young ones think every fucking thing in their life is a reality show? Nobody gives two dirty shits about your "confessional" in the bathroom, you weak, tiny shit stain.
It's the times. You need to speak to someone...and who do you speak to? Your doodad. That's what's pathetic. It's literally like speaking to an imaginary friend.
And a thought occurs to me about "young ones." What is this guy's age? If he is, say, 15 years old or so, it could line up: only child, brilliant kid, physically and emotionally immature. I had a classmate in junior high school who transitioned to college at the age of 15. But he was much better put together.
This kid looks like they typical barely male, 20 something- most states will not let under 18 work more than a certain amount of hours per week/shift
But for fucks sake! He's whining about working 8 HOURS- this is what REALITY is bub...
8 hours of mucking stalls is not the same, psychologically, as 8 hours dealing with a mob of demanding and abusive customers. I never did that and I never would have wanted to. Just because something is tolerable to some people doesn't mean it is tolerable for others. Have you been a barista? I have mucked stalls. He barely has a beard. I had more than that when I was 20. He was working a half-time job.
Honestly, this kid couldn't handle either...I bartended thru college- I get it, days you want to cry, but it's good money- I would start to break down AFTER hour 11 slinging drinks, with one 15min break- and that was AFTER a full day of college courses...so I have ZERO sympathy for this baby. He hates his job so much? GO FIND A DIFFERENT ONE! Don't show the internet what a cunt you are!!
Not everybody is cutout for service industry-- it is DIFFICULT, and that is why it pays well
If I worked with a cry-ass like this, I would find a new job, because that bag of shit is losing tips for all of his coworkers too. You can go be a stocker at a grocery store or learn to code or something-
Exactly. That was my recommendation also. But it is a sad state of affairs when the only one he can go to for venting is an inert object. That's a larger social problem. Or personal psychological problem. Or both.
OMG. Try being a grocery checker in the '70s. On the day before Thanksgiving. Back then, you had to lift ALL the groceries out of the cart. You also had to know all the sale prices AND know what all the produce items were.
Wow. What a throwback. I was a bag boy at Albertson's in the 60s. Very time intense. You had to have a good instinct for how to load a bag. Fortunately, the customers were generally nice. Had a supervisor who was a drill sergeant wannabee. Very unpleasant.
Yup, my grocery store job I was a cashier. No scanner at the register, had to input it all manually, then bag the groceries. We only had "bag boys" when the place was packed. On weekends I usually picked up a baby sitting job or two.
Remember when the 5 pound bags of sugar or flour went on sale? My left hand hurt by the end of those days.
In those days, we knew how to load a bag properly, too.
I made $1.36 per hour, even though min. wage was 1.60. Some loophole related to hiring college students. And NO TIPS. We were forbidden to accept tips.
Us girls were issued uniforms, which were dresses. I don't think the guys had uniforms...
Most customers were nice. Except for one or two who had "shopped here for years" and felt they shouldn't have to show the ID for their check. (Two ways to pay: cash or check.) Worse was the manager who would explain to them that the checker was new, even the checker who had been with him for 2 years.
Those were the days.
The good side? Stores closed at 9PM and were closed on Sundays!
I can sympathize over having intense customer interactions and being compelled to bottle it up. I'm an introvert, and that would grind against my grain something fierce. I prefer working alone, or with animals.
What a fag. His mother and father need a good ass whoopin'. I fault the parents in this more than the kids. Teach and raise your kids right and they don't end up like this.
I try to give the youngsters the benefit of the doubt, but sadly, you're probably right. However, I know plenty of youngsters who have both parents in their lives and still end up this way.
My brother's step-son is one. He's the same age as this kid. I tried to toughen the little tyke up a little, but his mother hates my guts, has banned me from visiting their home, my brother sided with her "out of respect for her wishes," and so I gave up trying. My brother didn't even attempt to defend me, even though I was highly instrumental in raising him and t aching him how to be a man before I left for the Navy.
I barely talk to my brother anymore because of his wench. Two generations of men destroyed by a bleeding heart Karen. It's sad.
In 2009 I was having a smoke in the office parking lot when I saw the boss’s overprivileged shithead son sniveling like this beside his car. He only had 30 mins or something to get to a meeting, but his back tyre was flat and road-side assistance told him it would be another 15 mins before they could be there.
Dude was literally snotting and sniveling like the crybaby from the clip above. Mr up and coming young hotshot executive bawling his eyes out over a flat.
When I asked, “well do you have a Jack and a spare?” he looked at me like I was discussing nuclear physics.
Lucky for him, he had both. I jacked the car up, put the spare on and sent him on his way, thankful that I’d had a dad who passed some practical life skills on to me.
Boys like this wouldn't even try. He probably believes his meat magically comes from a store, guns are evil and destructive, and "the future is female." (No offense ladies, really.)
In my early 20s I ran a sandwich shop next to a rather large air base, most of the time I was by myself. It was slammed every single day for lunch and dinner. Just do the work.
So there was this time when i ended up working 2 weeks straight at my job (actually 15 days straight) because someone called out on my days off. 10 to 11 hours a day, mind you.
I ended that pay period with 75 hours of over time. 🤑
A bit of weepy-creepy. The guy is not a man, in any masculine sense of the word. I don't understand why he is actually crying. When the tough comes, you have to (wait for it) "man up." A "full beard"? Full of what? My cat has more facial hair.
Now, I can understand the stress of carrying a full load at college and working half time. Frankly, I could never have managed that (I was in an engineering curriculum). I had a partial scholarship and worked summers, in park service and harvesting. I can understand the ire and resentment toward faithless management. But what were/are the other options? If he's putting himself through school without loans, that is commendable. But if the situation is crossing his grain too much (and they can), he should resolve to work long enough to find another job and just clench his teeth and grow a thicker skin against the customer abuse. (I once sat in a training class for vacuum cleaner sales, in a hot back room with no ventilation. At the end of that, I was nearly prepared to sell my kidney rather than be in sales. I still feel that way. I managed to find work driving haulage truck for the local pea harvest season. I have fond memories of that job.)
I mean, this guy is obviously a pussy. On the other side, the economy is in tatters and people are being worked to death. Starbucks isn't real work.
But younger generations do have an argument about how hard it is to work in this messed up economy. Boomers really did ruin it all for everyone. Either way, hopefully we can fix this mess or Jesus comes soon. I want #2.
His age is important. How young can a Starbucks employee be? I think I remember working as a box boy at age 16. A bright, conscientious, introverted, pubescent kid in a tense situation with high social demands may find the experience overwhelming---added to the schedule anxiety, workload, and academic demands of attending college. Starbucks was probably convenient to also attending classes. Chances are good that he only has foot transportation and has to find jobs within, adjacent, or near to the campus. Probably there is a shortage of jobs fitting those requirements.
Boomers didn't ruin anything for anyone (excepting, of course, the creation of the contemporary Democratic Party). The economy was messed up due to (1) tenfold inflation from Boomer times, and (2) the death blow to small businesses dealt by the Covid shutdowns.
OMG, I worked on my uncle's farm during the summers when I was high school. It was in North Dakota near the Canadian border. The sun doesn't set until 10:00pm in the summer so I worked from 7:00am to 10:00pm, 6 days a week. Sundays were a day of rest and church. I don't remember crying for a single minute. The best part of my summers was watching Johnny Carson while eating supper at 10:30pm. Best years of my life.
I hear you. I started working when I was 13. I went to school, went to sports practice, and went to work. I was thankful for the money. For 3 years I worked 3 farms. Haying time was always a negotiation on who got me when. The first bails were about 75 lbs, the second were about 60 lbs and the last were about 45 lbs, but felt like almost nothing. And he had a bailer that shot them out. I would catch them and stack them in the wagon. The hard work helped my wrestling. But I was glad when I got my drivers license so I could work at the book store.
The good old days.
This reminds me of my football years in highschool. When the farming kids came to town I knew it was gonna be a long game. Guys had full man beards at 14-15 and strong as hell. I felt that game a full week after.
I didn't do any work as demanding as the above, but I started babysitting at age eleven, got my working papers at fourteen, and worked at a big five and dime store, then at fifteen got a job at a local grocery store, where I worked until I graduated high school. Worked as a secretary until I got married.
A mirror image of me. Alfalfa bails were a bitch, grass hay no problem, straw bales felt like nothing in the fall. Got paid a dollar a day and felt extremely fortunate.
Montana was the same, building cabins instead of farming but going to bed in full daylight and waking up at 4 a.m. with the sun shining sucks. Then people tell me the world is flat. Go work in Alaska and tell me about how the world isn't a sphere orbiting the sun idiots. Mexico and Hawaii are awesome for this reason but I'm sticking to my Rockies middle point from the equator.
❤️HERE’S JOHNNY
That's not a man, frog voice, pubestache, and frilly glasses are a bunch of tranny pooner shit.
Those glasses look like what my dad wore in the 60's.
Sorry to reveal this to you, but your dad was actually your mom all along.
/s
Those are the CIA MkUltra glasses. All the top level assets in the MSM wear a form of them.
men should keep up with fashion.
That ain’t no man.
It’s a manlet
Are you sure? It claims to have a mustache and beard.
It claims to have a (“FULL”) mustache and beard.
At 17 I was working 12 hour shifts on an aircraft carrier. Don't be a 😿
the more you work the more free you become.
Work makes you free?
Could you repeat that in German for us please?
(I'm sorry, but someone was going to say it)
ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!! SAGT JA!!!! GENAU!!
I was pointing out the error in using hours labored as a metric to brag about. I get it, people are poor and embattled. Slaves, even worse. Is it true that the most abused and exploited among us is the most righteous?
I get what you mean, of course.
Louis Armstrong poured his heart and soul into his recording of "What a Wonderful World," repeating it many, many times to get it right, because the song meant so much to him.
But it wasn't his biggest success during his lifetime.
That would be the theme from "Hello, Dolly!" that he worked on for maybe ten minutes.
This made him bitter for the rest of his life.
Effort =/= success.
Why do these young ones think every fucking thing in their life is a reality show? Nobody gives two dirty shits about your "confessional" in the bathroom, you weak, tiny shit stain.
It's the times. You need to speak to someone...and who do you speak to? Your doodad. That's what's pathetic. It's literally like speaking to an imaginary friend.
And a thought occurs to me about "young ones." What is this guy's age? If he is, say, 15 years old or so, it could line up: only child, brilliant kid, physically and emotionally immature. I had a classmate in junior high school who transitioned to college at the age of 15. But he was much better put together.
This kid looks like they typical barely male, 20 something- most states will not let under 18 work more than a certain amount of hours per week/shift But for fucks sake! He's whining about working 8 HOURS- this is what REALITY is bub...
8 hours of mucking stalls is not the same, psychologically, as 8 hours dealing with a mob of demanding and abusive customers. I never did that and I never would have wanted to. Just because something is tolerable to some people doesn't mean it is tolerable for others. Have you been a barista? I have mucked stalls. He barely has a beard. I had more than that when I was 20. He was working a half-time job.
Honestly, this kid couldn't handle either...I bartended thru college- I get it, days you want to cry, but it's good money- I would start to break down AFTER hour 11 slinging drinks, with one 15min break- and that was AFTER a full day of college courses...so I have ZERO sympathy for this baby. He hates his job so much? GO FIND A DIFFERENT ONE! Don't show the internet what a cunt you are!! Not everybody is cutout for service industry-- it is DIFFICULT, and that is why it pays well If I worked with a cry-ass like this, I would find a new job, because that bag of shit is losing tips for all of his coworkers too. You can go be a stocker at a grocery store or learn to code or something-
Exactly. That was my recommendation also. But it is a sad state of affairs when the only one he can go to for venting is an inert object. That's a larger social problem. Or personal psychological problem. Or both.
it is just driving clicks, man. not more complex than that, imo
OMG. Try being a grocery checker in the '70s. On the day before Thanksgiving. Back then, you had to lift ALL the groceries out of the cart. You also had to know all the sale prices AND know what all the produce items were.
What a WIMP!
Wow. What a throwback. I was a bag boy at Albertson's in the 60s. Very time intense. You had to have a good instinct for how to load a bag. Fortunately, the customers were generally nice. Had a supervisor who was a drill sergeant wannabee. Very unpleasant.
Yup, my grocery store job I was a cashier. No scanner at the register, had to input it all manually, then bag the groceries. We only had "bag boys" when the place was packed. On weekends I usually picked up a baby sitting job or two.
Remember when the 5 pound bags of sugar or flour went on sale? My left hand hurt by the end of those days. In those days, we knew how to load a bag properly, too. I made $1.36 per hour, even though min. wage was 1.60. Some loophole related to hiring college students. And NO TIPS. We were forbidden to accept tips. Us girls were issued uniforms, which were dresses. I don't think the guys had uniforms... Most customers were nice. Except for one or two who had "shopped here for years" and felt they shouldn't have to show the ID for their check. (Two ways to pay: cash or check.) Worse was the manager who would explain to them that the checker was new, even the checker who had been with him for 2 years. Those were the days.
The good side? Stores closed at 9PM and were closed on Sundays!
No comment needed
This is.one helluva a coddled individual. Probably his first job and he can't handle working on a weekend.
I can sympathize over having intense customer interactions and being compelled to bottle it up. I'm an introvert, and that would grind against my grain something fierce. I prefer working alone, or with animals.
Im literally wondering if this is true , wth ! The only good thing he said was “ being mad that he was called a girl when “ I’m obviously a guy” lol !
Obviously? Somebody pass that beta cuck a dictionary
what is a male?
We’re going to need a biologist!
Strong men make easy times . Easy times make weak men. Weak men make hard times
Faggot
I eat down doors for breakfast
Doots
I listened to about 1 minute of this and started grinning, does that make me a bad person?
No because I as grinning as I posted this. We both can't be bad, no?
I'll take it :D
What a fag. His mother and father need a good ass whoopin'. I fault the parents in this more than the kids. Teach and raise your kids right and they don't end up like this.
I can see and hear his mother only. There is no father in this young man's life.
I try to give the youngsters the benefit of the doubt, but sadly, you're probably right. However, I know plenty of youngsters who have both parents in their lives and still end up this way.
My brother's step-son is one. He's the same age as this kid. I tried to toughen the little tyke up a little, but his mother hates my guts, has banned me from visiting their home, my brother sided with her "out of respect for her wishes," and so I gave up trying. My brother didn't even attempt to defend me, even though I was highly instrumental in raising him and t aching him how to be a man before I left for the Navy. I barely talk to my brother anymore because of his wench. Two generations of men destroyed by a bleeding heart Karen. It's sad.
Imagine this guy trying to do an oil change..! 😅
In 2009 I was having a smoke in the office parking lot when I saw the boss’s overprivileged shithead son sniveling like this beside his car. He only had 30 mins or something to get to a meeting, but his back tyre was flat and road-side assistance told him it would be another 15 mins before they could be there.
Dude was literally snotting and sniveling like the crybaby from the clip above. Mr up and coming young hotshot executive bawling his eyes out over a flat.
When I asked, “well do you have a Jack and a spare?” he looked at me like I was discussing nuclear physics.
Lucky for him, he had both. I jacked the car up, put the spare on and sent him on his way, thankful that I’d had a dad who passed some practical life skills on to me.
And a act of KINDNESS, me, I’d change the tire and stole his car and cell/ satire
Just change the tire and leave the car jacked up.
Boys like this wouldn't even try. He probably believes his meat magically comes from a store, guns are evil and destructive, and "the future is female." (No offense ladies, really.)
Wuss.
NO DAD in the house or TWO MOMMIES
Beta dad- I think 2 mommies would have butched his ass up a bit more...
smack the parents
Parents were cousins
Parents so proud!
u/#spidercry u/#fakecry
Dad must have left or just failed miserably with this kid.
Is that a chick on testosterone?. That soul patch. Oh boy, I got up at 430 am as a Jr in high-school on weekends and worked 15 hour days. I love it.
Nurture or Nature? The focus should be on who raised him. Military bootcamp weeds out people like this.
Da fuk. I was working 12 to 16 hours a day 7 days a week at his age.
These snowflakes are pathetic
Look up finook in the dictionary
Public schooled
Starbucks has been doing horrible ever since they started hiring libtards.
So from the beginning then?
yep. that's what i'm saying. That they've been doing horrible for decades because they hire libtards. The title infers the same.
Soy milk in action
In my early 20s I ran a sandwich shop next to a rather large air base, most of the time I was by myself. It was slammed every single day for lunch and dinner. Just do the work.
someone needs to kick him/her in the chicken
So there was this time when i ended up working 2 weeks straight at my job (actually 15 days straight) because someone called out on my days off. 10 to 11 hours a day, mind you.
I ended that pay period with 75 hours of over time. 🤑
Wait until these folks find out how long the days are in the gulag...
I'm in a trade. No worries. They have no skills.
Working while I was in high school and college was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Would love to go back and do it again.
A bit of weepy-creepy. The guy is not a man, in any masculine sense of the word. I don't understand why he is actually crying. When the tough comes, you have to (wait for it) "man up." A "full beard"? Full of what? My cat has more facial hair.
Now, I can understand the stress of carrying a full load at college and working half time. Frankly, I could never have managed that (I was in an engineering curriculum). I had a partial scholarship and worked summers, in park service and harvesting. I can understand the ire and resentment toward faithless management. But what were/are the other options? If he's putting himself through school without loans, that is commendable. But if the situation is crossing his grain too much (and they can), he should resolve to work long enough to find another job and just clench his teeth and grow a thicker skin against the customer abuse. (I once sat in a training class for vacuum cleaner sales, in a hot back room with no ventilation. At the end of that, I was nearly prepared to sell my kidney rather than be in sales. I still feel that way. I managed to find work driving haulage truck for the local pea harvest season. I have fond memories of that job.)
His cat would lick that beard off.
I mean, this guy is obviously a pussy. On the other side, the economy is in tatters and people are being worked to death. Starbucks isn't real work.
But younger generations do have an argument about how hard it is to work in this messed up economy. Boomers really did ruin it all for everyone. Either way, hopefully we can fix this mess or Jesus comes soon. I want #2.
His age is important. How young can a Starbucks employee be? I think I remember working as a box boy at age 16. A bright, conscientious, introverted, pubescent kid in a tense situation with high social demands may find the experience overwhelming---added to the schedule anxiety, workload, and academic demands of attending college. Starbucks was probably convenient to also attending classes. Chances are good that he only has foot transportation and has to find jobs within, adjacent, or near to the campus. Probably there is a shortage of jobs fitting those requirements.
Boomers didn't ruin anything for anyone (excepting, of course, the creation of the contemporary Democratic Party). The economy was messed up due to (1) tenfold inflation from Boomer times, and (2) the death blow to small businesses dealt by the Covid shutdowns.
Upvoted for "My cat has more facial hair."🐸
Someone should slap the shit out of this twat.
I will assist this "man" by continuing to never, ever darken the door of a Starbucks ever.