What's it like when your delusions that you know EVERYTHING and drop out of college because you are "booooooard," then find yourself in a dead-end job schleping whipped cream ontop of some fish's "double-skinny, decaf, frappachino with two splendas" in corporate America?
Not a Starbucks employee
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