A little of both. I'm a barista now. Yay! In Italy, that would mean something, because there, "barista" is a viable career option. Here, it's what you do when you have a degree in anthropology. Minimum wage plus tips, which averages out to about ... $8 per hour. Yeah, New Yorkers aren't the most generous tippers, even in Ithaca where everything is wonderful and everyone is happy. The store is locally owned (read: not a commercial chain), and I love it, love the people.
I don't love the fact that I closed the store at 9:30 last night, and have to work at 7 this morning. I think that's illegal actually. I got about 4 hours of sleep.
Although I shudder at the thought of working for Starbucks, they do offer health insurance.
But they also have machines pulling their espresso... yuck. I think even my crappy espresso shots taste better than the Starbucks espressos. I guess their goal is to maintain uniformity in each of their beverages, and chose "below mediocre" as their mantra. You can't screw up mediocre!
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