I’ve worked as a barista, where my normal commute was between 30 minutes drive and an hour, depending on the traffic. It was a big chain, and that branch was unusual in the area for not getting a huge Christmas rush (it was at a smallish airport) so on my first Christmas there I got offered the opportunity to go to another branch that was actually walking distance to my house.
I was there two weeks, and it was the sort of two weeks where I kinda hoped a car would swerve into me on the walk in so I didn’t have to go in. The manager was clueless, the previous manager had just been fired for fraud and the new guy was barely trained and utterly out of his depth, in fact half the staff were untrained- they had someone who’d been there for 6 months and couldn’t make any of the drinks, because no-one had ever had time to teach her. The branch was in a clothing store so full of frustrated angry shoppers taking a break, I had to deal with more screaming obnoxious customers there than in the two years at the airport branch and the work was just flat out, all the time, even when there weren’t that many customers, because everything was so disorganised.
Just because on paper it was the same job didn’t make it the same working environment. My usual branch wasn’t exactly perfect, but it was definitely worth the commute for sheer sanity reasons.