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Just found out that the other two candidates interviewed during my innovative “group interview” were hired.

Not too surprising, because the guy with the funky name (It’s ZARED, not Jared, with a Z. Zzzzz-Zzzzz-Z) and the Janeane Garofolo funky black plastic rims had the Bux writtin all over him. And the chick had worked for them in New York.

I’m still depressed, mainly because I’m certain that my Bell’s Palsy acting up caused me a few problems (I looked like I had a tic. Horrors).

I’ve sworn off Starbucks altogether.

I’m moving on to stronger beverages. Like those with the word “proof” on the label.

Starbucks makes booze now, right???

UPDATE: Friend who works there just informed me that both of them are gone already. Stupid Starbucks dipshits. I have two damn kids to feed. I can’t AFFORD to go anywhere! Not in this job market! Yousis stoopeed!


I have typically worked in call centers. Crap jobs but better pay (and bonuses!). But I was good at what I did. Damn good. Even during my brief stint as a debt collector (where I made 6 times my goal my first only month out). I probably sound like every other unwilling SAHM out there, (especially those with those extra degrees), but I think I have something to contribute. I have an excellent customer service history, an ass-busting food-service history, and obviously, I gets my money (even during a repression).

Starbucks doesn’t seem to think so.

I have to say, I thought job-hunting was depressing enough. But to get rejected for a job that will give me less than half the pay and half the hours of the last one I had is depressing. Especially when I’m up against sporadic-availabity, call-out-because-I’m-so-hungover college students. Don’t complain about the stereotype… I was one. If you knew the school these kids were going to, you’d understand why I say that (because I went there too).

I want to get drunk and soak my depression away in a bubble-filled tub, clutching a trashy novel and smoking cigarettes I keep swearing I’ll quit.

But then I’ll have a hangover and need to run to Starbucks in the morning.