We had the busiest morning ever at my Starbucks. I worked my goddamn arse off. 'Would you like the whipped cream that comes with that?' 'Is that for here or take away?' 'Did you mean this "small" or the children's size?' Etcetera, etcetera. I'm fucking knackered. I gotta hand it to the girls I was working with, though. Neither of them showed a damned sign of pressure or stress.