There is a venue in Vancouver this Olympics called LiveCity Yaletown. This venue has nightly concerts and some pavillions. One of these pavillions is the Coca-Cola pavillion also known as the Happiness House. My home for the last 20 days has been in a pavillion very close to the Happiness House but the complete opposite. The UnHappiness House or UHH.
As things are starting to wind down, people's patience is wearing thin and what little collaboration that there was has now ceased to exist. We're all very tired. Some of us have nothing left to give and some of us have just given too much. As it turns out, I've given an appendix. Each day there is a new drama and last night's just takes the cake.
The coffee drama was settled several weeks back with the addition of rotating baristas. Some great kids have come in and helped us out in so many ways. They've gone above and beyond. Yesterday we had a new addition to our rotating baristas. He seemed nice enough and when I left last night his big concern was his dinner break. No big deal, when there's a break in action go get some food. I was too tired to really give much thought to this but his insistence on his dinner break did strike me as odd.
Now some of us, like myself, don't even bother eating at UHH. I actually just sampled the cuisine for the first time this week. Maybe it's because I am exposed to that style of cuisine so often that it's lost it's appeal to me or maybe it's just that when I get free time I just want out of there. But I guess a meal at UHH was a big deal to the new barista and as it happened, last night was rather busy and he got turned away from the dining room. And not just once but several times. Instead of trying to understand the situation at hand, new barista develops a major tude and essentially walks out.
I don't really give this situation much thought, everyone gets pissy sometimes and when he showed up again today for his shift I thought all was well. I was wrong. I now have to deal with a mini-barista revolution. I have to listen to how these people were promised access to the restaurant, how they have taken a paycut to be there and if this situation isn't resolved all the baristas will be pulled from service.
Seriously? Are you shitting me? All this because some dude didn't get a plate of pasta? And, I'm told all will be well if he can come in and have dinner with his girlfriend tonight. You have just chosen the wrong day and the wrong person to try barista blackmail. Here's why. I don't care anymore. I don't give a crap if you and your baristas walk. I'll unplug that stupid coffee machine and send everyone to Starbucks. Although I have no medical evidence to back me up, I know my appendicitis is directly related to UHH. I'm there 6 hours after being released from the hospital and your stupid barista is going to walk because dining room staff weren't nice to him? Then, you further your shakedown by saying that you really wouldn't want Mr B (the guy who helped acquire the barristas) to know of this heinous behaviour.
Call him. Please call him. Let him deal with this nonsense as what you don't get is that I have nothing to do with the dining room and furthermore, I DON'T CARE. I have bigger problems to deal with, other fires to put out and no more appendix to give.
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