I've developed a love hate relationship with this job.
I love most of my coworkers, and most of my managers are amazing! I love a lot of the guests that come in and I love that the drive to work isn't as long as it used to be.
I hate one or two of my coworkers, and two of my managers are, simply put: rude. A lot of the guests that come in are rude, I could even call them presumptuous, and the drive to work is still on a busy highway where many people prove to not know how to drive.
The other day a homeless man came in and had his cart parked outside of our store. He ordered coffee and maybe a snack to eat. Those of us that took the time to talk to him enjoyed the conversation quite a bit, though it seemed like he had some fantasy fiction mixed in with his tales. A man came up to me while I was preparing a table's drinks. He asked for a to go cup and then handed me a $20. He asked me to pay for the homeless man's bill and give him what ever was left over. When I gave the homeless man the change and explained why I was giving him the change, tears came to his eyes, he was very grateful! Then when I was helping one of my tables they offered to pay for him as well. I love seeing people take care of each other. This was an awesome night!
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