12 Months at Starbucks

I’ve had this post sat in my drafts since my twelve month anniversary at Starbucks and each time I kept delaying posting purely because I spend all my time at well.. Starbucks!

There aren’t many people I know that don’t like coffee and if they don’t like coffee, they just like Starbucks. Now July is my year anniversary of becoming a barista, taking the plunge into the real world of working. Little did I know this time last year I would step into a job that would change the person I am.

This time last year I wasn’t even half the person I am now. No confidence, no friends, completely and utterly unhappy to be completely honest. I threw myself in the deep end by applying for a job at Starbucks straight out of uni. I needed the money and it seemed like a good temporary fix until something came up relating to my degree. Unfortunately, at this moment in time my degree still plays little use to getting me anywhere else but thankfully it didn’t take me there as quickly as I’d hoped.

To be completely honest with you all my first two weeks there were so stressful I contemplated handing my notice in as soon as I got back off my holidays. I have never felt so much stress regarding coffee until now. Who’d have thought it hey? Trying to remember everything was so mind boggling, I honestly didn’t believe I’d ever remember everything. Firstly, lets discuss the till. Oh how I HATED it! Hello, what can I get for you? What size is your drink? Are you having it in or taking it out? Would you like to try our origin espresso? Would you any syrups in your drink? Whipped cream on top? Can I take you name? Any food with the order? Have you got a Starbucks card?

I wonder how many people hate me by the end of the conversation? In all honesty though, these questions are perfect conversation starters with customers. So many people I see day in, day out. Know them by name and drink. I know about their families, their work. These people are no longer strangers. You kind of have a bond with people who aren’t even your friends. It’s the most bizarre experience in the world.

Then, the bar! Possibly the most interesting part about being a barista. It isn’t glamorous like it seems in the films. The forget all the cleaning. The bar is where we can all get a little arty farty, some more so than others. There are so many drinks I know how to make now it’s quite impressive. Sometimes I feel like I should invite people over for a caramel macchiato or a flat white. Sad, I know.

All in all though, Starbucks hasn’t changed me because of the company as such. It’s more because of the people I’ve been surrounded by for the last year. I feel a part of a little coffee making family. These people took me in as one of their own (they had no choice) and made me feel a part of something. I’ve become so close to so many of them, in such a short space of time. I’ve travelled to different place, ate tons of food, drank way too much coffee and alcohol with these people. They’ve stood by me through thick and thin this last year and with everything I’ve been through they’ve cared more than people I’ve known since I was a child. There are no age limits, no matter the gap. We are a family. A group of friends, no colleges.

This is pretty soppy and I know it but it’s true! I’ve done the most stupid things with them in store and out. I honestly wouldn’t be half the person I am now without Starbucks and it’s team. I’m looking forward to whatever the store brings to me next and the people I will meet over the following months to come. So thank you team Kiddy Starbucks! You guys are the best!

Here is a little slideshow of just a few of the things I’ve done in the last year with this team!

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