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tiny_ninjaThe apocalypse is finally here: Starbucks is closing stores because of COVID-19.
The cafe only ones, to be precise, which includes the one I work for. All other stores will be moving to a drive thru only model. We are officially closed starting tomorrow for two weeks, and my manager will be calling me with my schedule at some point (since what's in the system will be updated going forward). I talked to Dylan yesterday, and we were all in agreement that it was better to work in our slow as fuck cafe, helping less than 100 people a day, than to go to a busy drive thru and see who knows how many people.
Technically, I should be going to help out other stores, since there are only two cafes in our district. But with Jon's compromised immune system, I had already told my boss that I really can't bounce from store to store to store if ours closed, just because it would expose me to not only their customers, but all of their partners as well. One of Saco's partners has tested positive, so last I knew, that store is closed. Congress Street is also closed because they cannot find enough people willing to work there to staff it.
(The long running joke in Maine Starbucks is that no one dies at Starbucks, unless you work at Congress Street. People overdose in their restroom on a regular basis. I have never worked there, and my anxiety couldn't deal with it, tbh.)
On Monday, we shifted to a "to go" only model. All of the chairs are put up in our cafe. We only had to tell one person they couldn't stay, and this was after she started spreading her shit out on top of the table that had a sign on it saying you can't linger in the cafe. One thing I hadn't expected was how fucking quiet it is without customers in the cafe. Our business dropped by almost 50 percent. My boss gave us permission to do whatever we wanted as long as the store was clean and we were still paying attention to customers, because he knew none of us thought we should be there either.
It's not that I think this is going to go away in the span of two weeks, but it is a huge relief that I can properly quarantine with Jon and the kids. Today they announced that Quentin will not be back in school until at least April 27th, so I'm looking at homeschooling him for the next month and a half. He's doing okay with adjusting to it, but we've had a lot of meltdowns re: doing our schoolwork when we tell him to. Plus, if Q has schoolwork, then obviously, Gabby needs schoolwork too.
So essentially I have two kids in school - a first grader and an intro to preschooler. Thankfully, Gabby likes shapes and glue sticks, it's just a matter of finding enough stuff for them both to be engaged.
This spring isn't what I thought it was going to be. The apocalypse seemed a lot more fun in the movies, lol. But! I had the idea to write a story about the apocalypse set to a soundtrack of kickass 80s tunes. Because if the world is going to end, damn it, I'm going to crank some awesome music and enjoy myself. I don't know when I'll get to writing it, but it's at least getting some ideas down on paper.
The cafe only ones, to be precise, which includes the one I work for. All other stores will be moving to a drive thru only model. We are officially closed starting tomorrow for two weeks, and my manager will be calling me with my schedule at some point (since what's in the system will be updated going forward). I talked to Dylan yesterday, and we were all in agreement that it was better to work in our slow as fuck cafe, helping less than 100 people a day, than to go to a busy drive thru and see who knows how many people.
Technically, I should be going to help out other stores, since there are only two cafes in our district. But with Jon's compromised immune system, I had already told my boss that I really can't bounce from store to store to store if ours closed, just because it would expose me to not only their customers, but all of their partners as well. One of Saco's partners has tested positive, so last I knew, that store is closed. Congress Street is also closed because they cannot find enough people willing to work there to staff it.
(The long running joke in Maine Starbucks is that no one dies at Starbucks, unless you work at Congress Street. People overdose in their restroom on a regular basis. I have never worked there, and my anxiety couldn't deal with it, tbh.)
On Monday, we shifted to a "to go" only model. All of the chairs are put up in our cafe. We only had to tell one person they couldn't stay, and this was after she started spreading her shit out on top of the table that had a sign on it saying you can't linger in the cafe. One thing I hadn't expected was how fucking quiet it is without customers in the cafe. Our business dropped by almost 50 percent. My boss gave us permission to do whatever we wanted as long as the store was clean and we were still paying attention to customers, because he knew none of us thought we should be there either.
It's not that I think this is going to go away in the span of two weeks, but it is a huge relief that I can properly quarantine with Jon and the kids. Today they announced that Quentin will not be back in school until at least April 27th, so I'm looking at homeschooling him for the next month and a half. He's doing okay with adjusting to it, but we've had a lot of meltdowns re: doing our schoolwork when we tell him to. Plus, if Q has schoolwork, then obviously, Gabby needs schoolwork too.
So essentially I have two kids in school - a first grader and an intro to preschooler. Thankfully, Gabby likes shapes and glue sticks, it's just a matter of finding enough stuff for them both to be engaged.
This spring isn't what I thought it was going to be. The apocalypse seemed a lot more fun in the movies, lol. But! I had the idea to write a story about the apocalypse set to a soundtrack of kickass 80s tunes. Because if the world is going to end, damn it, I'm going to crank some awesome music and enjoy myself. I don't know when I'll get to writing it, but it's at least getting some ideas down on paper.
