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.

Related Posts

“My daughter-in-law texted: ‘We’ve decided to leave her behind, don’t call and disturb my family,’

Over the following weeks, visits from Lucy’s parents became less frequent and filled with awkward silences. I documented every instance and preserved every bit of correspondence. I…

My Son’s Family Left Me on the Highway —So I Sold Their House from Under Them

**My Son’s Family Left Me on the Highway — So I Sold Their House from Under Them** A family road trip is supposed to be a time…

I refused to cancel my job interview just to drive my sister to the mall.

Outside, the air felt different. It was as if the universe had aligned to give me a chance, a rare moment to break free from the chains…

The nanny began to notice strange marks every time she changed the baby’s diaper. One

The figure was tall and moved with an unsettling grace, as if he were used to being unnoticed. He wore a dark hoodie, the hood pulled over…

My father gave my sister my house at her wedding. I said “No.” He sla;m;med

The world tilted. I felt the impact of my skull against the wall. The chandelier’s refracted light danced wildly as I slid down to the floor. Pain…

When I gave my grandson and his bride a handmade gift at their lavish wedding,

It was Ethan, my grandson. His grip was firm, but his eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them. They shimmered with something I couldn’t immediately identify—was…