My name is Christopher Han; I am currently a store manager with the Starbucks Coffee Company. With great gratitude, I’ve been afforded the opportunity to pursue my passion for storytelling, social media marketing, and graphic design to further broadcast the voices that inspire me.

Featured below is a collection of my social media, graphic design & video marketing work; the majority of which are for our partners at the Canada Pan-Asian Partner Network within Starbucks Coffee Company. Many thanks to all the faces and voices featured below - for allowing me to be your speakerphone, be your biggest fan, and champion.

Every video featured here can be viewed on our instagram @starbuckscanadappn.

Pan-Asian Partner Network

Leveraging the Siren

For this particular design, I focused on the merger of the Siren with the waves of the Pacific Ocean featured in the Logo adorning the background.

Featured to the left is the original draft layered below the final copy, taking into account primarily the accessibility of our social media accounts, as well as featuring the official logo of the Pan-Asian Partner Network more prominently.

International Women’s Day Feature

Our siren’s voices

In collaboration with the Women’s Impact Network, I had the chance of personally conducting interviews with two amazing women, and feature two more. The Reels featured on the left are minute-long clips of their most powerful messages.

Sipping Tea Series

Determination & Adversity

In collaboration with the Women’s Impact Network, I had the chance of personally conducting interviews with two amazing women, and feature two more. The Reels featured on the left are minute-long clips of their most powerful messages.

Lunar New Year Celebrations ‘24

Our siren’s voices

Profile

I am a results-oriented Business Marketing Student currently attending KPU, with 5+ years of retail experience.

I am passionate about the art of self expression, of soft skills and value based mentorship, and I aim to leverage my skillset and experience leading complex businesses with diverse personalities towards a singular vision - that of growth, love of service, and of purpose.

Expertise & Skillsets

Coach / Servant Leadership / Marketing Strategy & Branding / Talent Development & Retention / Bilingual Mandarin & English

Work Experience

Store Manager

Starbucks Coffee Company

• Managed a variety of complex business including a high volume DT Location as well as a Kiosk Location in the heart of Surrey, BC.
  
• Drove record KPIs for the highest volume DT in the District
  
• Lead District Hiring Advisor throughout the Covid-19 Pandemic

2019 - 2023

PPN Story Teller

National Pan-Asian Partner Network

Starbucks Coffee Company

• Coordinated, created, and managed social media marketing content creation.
• Produced long-form interviews highlighting the partner experience.
• Served as primary correspondent of the National Communications Executive team.
  

2022-2023

District Hiring Advisor

Starbucks Coffee Company

• Served as the primary recruiter and coordinator for district hiring needs.
  
• Served as the software expert in helping peers understand how existing software can serve them in the future.

2022

A small tribute

for a dear, departed friend

T

he very first job I ever worked was with Charlie at Sarpino’s, a local pizza place. He’d gotten me the job in part because he was good natured and in part because our manager Nick, a bald, goofy, eyebrowless, but kind Vietnamese man, lived his life a quarter mile at a time. I was to work the Sundays – which was a solo shift – until the night crew

came on to take over.

Charlie would frequently come over to my basement suite on Saturday Nights, and we would game like absolute degenerates and not sleep until 4am even though I worked at 1030 the next day. Looking back, maybe it was no surprise that Sarpinos closed not too long after I joined the team.

We seemed to have a thing for basements. Our next era was when we became roommates for University. A family friend had introduced us to this family who was in the process of renovating their – yes, you guessed it – basement and wanted to rent it out to a couple of good, Asian, well behaved university students. We thought the joke was on them.

We experienced a lot together in those subterranean havens. We got to experience what it was like to have your landlord turn off the heat in the dead of winter. We got to see a racoon stare us down in a game of chicken before knocking our trash over. One night, we had a police officer enter the house with his weapon drawn through our basement because he had received a 911 call and no one was answering the front door. We developed an absolute hatred for our landlord’s soggy sandwiches.

We also learned a lot about each other. We learned that we shared a deep love for the humor that was absurd or offensive. We learned that we had no self-control. And we learned that if we got drunk enough, sometimes, we could share those darker, more uncomfortable pieces of ourselves. We could talk about shame and uncertainty. About Failure and fear. About regret.

I swung in and out of Charlie’s life over the next few years. Some of that time, I did so purposefully, and pettily. The split was not helped by the fact that at our core, we were very different people, held together for the most part by our hobbies.

Then, somewhere in those meandering years of lost youth, he sorted himself out and got his life together. And it really felt like he’d left me behind for good, a solemn finale to our friendship; that is until one day, he invited me over to his house despite us not having spoken for over half a year, and announced that after 10 long years, he was getting married. He asked me to be his best man; and I accepted, even though I didn’t deserve it.

I’ve met many of his close friends since then – better men, women, and friend than I ever was for him. He made good friends, because he was one. He always gave more than he took. He was generous, and accepted generosity in kind.

When I faced my own trials, he walked me through the woods with a quiet wisdom. He taught me strength.

A final story;

Charlie told me once in a kind of a throwaway manner about this time he had rolled his toy underneath the couch as a kid, and how he’d started crying cause that’s what kids do.

And his father looked at him, and in that familiar, firm, but quiet voice told him to “Stop. Crying won’t help you get that toy out from under the couch.”

He said to me that when he heard that, something clicked. Instead, he reached out as deep as his hands could go, and plucked his toy back out.

He lived his life like that; sporting an eternal boyishness, walking each step with an electrifying joy and admiration for life and all its small, unexpected pleasures. In tough times, he moved forward with a passionate self-belief that no mountain was ever too high. Every step he took were in pursuit of the man he saw in his father, and the man he wanted to be.

He was a good, decent man – in all the best ways we think of those words.

And yet, my favourite memories of him will always rest in those dimly lit basement suites, a cold beer cracked open in our hands, commiserating, laughing, way too caffeinated on red bull, way too sleep deprived to go to work the next day. He exists for me in that special, separate place as he has done all his life. One day these memories will bring only joy; for now, I’ll simply be content with having a good cry and a swig every now and again.

To our eternal boy, husband, refuge, clown, our shoulder, our consummate hype man, and very, very good guy and the bestest friend.

To Charlie