Starbucks Employee Breaks Down Crying After Being Scheduled To Work 8 Hours

Work. It’s part of life. Most people will have a job at some point in their lives. Most people will have a job for most of their lives, working day after day to pay the bills and provide for themselves and their family.

In an ideal world, your job would be something you enjoy, but for many people, sometimes a job is just a job – a means to an end, a way to provide for oneself. Especially for people who are still in school, a first job may be far from his or her dream job.

Do you remember your first job? Maybe it was something you loved. Maybe it was something you hated. One transgender Starbucks employee recently shared that his job at Starbucks is far from his dream job.
In a video that was later shared on Twitter, this Starbucks employee hid in the stockroom while at work and spoke directly to the camera, complaining about the manager, the schedule, the customers and the fact that they don’t have a union. This employee also complained about being “misgendered” by customers and being required to work long hours while still being a student.

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