At the frame shop I worked at in Chicago, the manager and the framing tech. would drink beer and watch the Simpsons in the back room in the evenings (to be fair, we had very little business between 7-9: that's two very long hours of doing nothing). They let me in on the secret after I gave notice, and so I too once spent and evening downing Red Stripe and watching 'toons. Not nearly as heinous as Marty's co-workers, but definitely a firable offense (except for goody-two-shoes me, who never knew what was going on behind my back for the longest time). Will has some horrific stories of Starbucks co-workers, but I don’t think he wants to relive them.