You deal with a lot of noise while working at Starbucks, most of it annoying. Grinding coffee, blending frappuccinos, making ice, etc etc. But the worst of all the noises are the timers.
There are timers for everything. Brewing coffee, sanitizer solution, milk carafes, steeping tea, partner breaks, safe checks, etc etc. At the very least, there is a timer going off every 24 minutes for brewing coffee--every eight before noon! It starts to get to you.
Today, for most of my shift, it was E, L, and myself. At one point, L was sitting on the floor in front of the safe, doing the count. Three timers happened to go off in a 5 minute period, and she yelped every time, yelling for someone to turn the damned things off!
Side note--L has a tattoo of a semi-colon on the back of her neck, just about level with her shoulder blades. She wears a black hooded sweatshirt; it's outside of the "collared black or white shirt" policy, but it goes with the "no showing tattoos" policy, so whatever.
After the last timer went off, and L made a tortured noise in response, I just couldn't help myself. I grabbed a currently-unused timer, set it for a minute, crept up behind her, and gently clipped it to the hood of her sweatshirt.
To see her twist and whimper when it went off, trying to find it, trying to reach it, where is it, what's going on, make it stop!!...glorious! Totally worth the death glare!
What makes it really worth it, though, is to know that all my parents will read this, sit back, and go "That's my girl!"
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