armageddon
Work is driving me nuts. Friday night, my second night cocktailing without Heidi as the main bartender. And Gary's second night bartending Heidi's shift. We were packed by 10pm, which is sort of early.
Denise came to work, at 1030ish and she was bar-backing. Yes, Denise was drunk. She was drunk enough to think it wasn't busy at midnight, when Gary didn't even have time to leave the bar to take a piss. Throughout this crazy night, Denise is continuosly asking me what she should be doing. HELLO, I'm the cocktail waitress, you're the bartender - You should know what to do. So I go behind the bar to relieve Gary (So he could at least piss) and Denise asks me if she can close her till out. WHAT? NO DENISE. Just get out from behind my bar and leave your till! This lady was drinking behind the bar and I'm having to watch her just as closly as my full bar of drugged up drunken men.
I am the only set of eyes wandering through the most part of the bar, because Gary is so busy behind the bar. Yes, I was cocktailing while picking up empty glasses/bottles/ashtrays, taking drink orders and going behind the bar, making the drinks, using the second cash register to ring the shit up and then delivering to the fucks.
I smell puke. BARF. I walk over to the mafia booth, following the nasty smell to find a vomitous mess all over the chair, table and floor. YAY! I am furious, screaming at a customer who's standing next to the vomit trying to order a drink from me. "NOOO, I have to clean up barf YOU COCK SUCKER!"
While I am trying to figure out how to clean up barf, I hear an arguement in the entryway of the bar. YAY!! Wandering outside There is like 8 guys up on each other, yelling. I am screaming telling them to STOP, no one is listening obviously. So I just start grabbing grown men and throwing them where they may land.
Denise tried doing last call at 130pm with over 50 people in the bar.
That doesn't even begin to sum the night up. But we'll move on to a bit more organized Saturday night.
SATURDAY
Another night of mostly MEN.
Kevin and Nathan are in the pool room. Can't keep my eyes off of them, because Nathan had been drinking Vodka Redbulls and Tequilla shots. Of course Nathan tries to start a fight and we have to kick him out. Which was quite the task.
Later in the evening I go to the ladies room to piss. Sitting in the stall, I notice the stall next to me, the lady was facing the toilet standing up. What the hell? Is it a she-man? The she-man spoke to me!!! It was creepy.
"Will you turn the water on for me? I am sort of bladder shy and I'm drunk"
ME: NO! I am taking a fucking piss.
"Sorry, I guess I'll just wait"
ME: I guess so.
I leave the bathroom and donot turn the faucet on. I go back out to the bar and look around trying to figure out who's in the bar and who that one girl in the bathroom is. The only person I see that's missing is Har-mond (mexian dude....god he's annoying). Then I start to wonder. I run back to the bathroom and lower my head to look at the feet, the feet that are still facing the toilet seat. This time there's a pair of unfilled shoes by the feet facing the toilet. There's groaning and moaning! EWW.
Har-mond and some ugly, pudgy, manly-voiced girl are in the stall fucking.
So I send Denise in to deal with it. She opens the unlocked stall to see Har-mond's fully erect mexican cock whip around and look at her. YIKES.
Har-mond is kicked out of the bar, along with the ugly hoe. He tries to come back in later to order a drink, and we deny him and he yells, walks out the door and PUNCHES A HOLE IN THE WALL.
Rich Dunkin (a member of the band that played in the bar that night) leaves with his wife right behind us chasing Har-mond out.
This kid Aaron, right before our eyes, hops into Rich Dunkin's truck, that's on warming up, and he takes off. Dude just takes off IN VALDEZ in some dudes truck. Where does he go? SOUTH CENTRAL. Go fucking figure.
The world is ENDING. And I would like to be having dirty, sweaty and lengthy sex as it happens.
Denise came to work, at 1030ish and she was bar-backing. Yes, Denise was drunk. She was drunk enough to think it wasn't busy at midnight, when Gary didn't even have time to leave the bar to take a piss. Throughout this crazy night, Denise is continuosly asking me what she should be doing. HELLO, I'm the cocktail waitress, you're the bartender - You should know what to do. So I go behind the bar to relieve Gary (So he could at least piss) and Denise asks me if she can close her till out. WHAT? NO DENISE. Just get out from behind my bar and leave your till! This lady was drinking behind the bar and I'm having to watch her just as closly as my full bar of drugged up drunken men.
I am the only set of eyes wandering through the most part of the bar, because Gary is so busy behind the bar. Yes, I was cocktailing while picking up empty glasses/bottles/ashtrays, taking drink orders and going behind the bar, making the drinks, using the second cash register to ring the shit up and then delivering to the fucks.
I smell puke. BARF. I walk over to the mafia booth, following the nasty smell to find a vomitous mess all over the chair, table and floor. YAY! I am furious, screaming at a customer who's standing next to the vomit trying to order a drink from me. "NOOO, I have to clean up barf YOU COCK SUCKER!"
While I am trying to figure out how to clean up barf, I hear an arguement in the entryway of the bar. YAY!! Wandering outside There is like 8 guys up on each other, yelling. I am screaming telling them to STOP, no one is listening obviously. So I just start grabbing grown men and throwing them where they may land.
Denise tried doing last call at 130pm with over 50 people in the bar.
That doesn't even begin to sum the night up. But we'll move on to a bit more organized Saturday night.
SATURDAY
Another night of mostly MEN.
Kevin and Nathan are in the pool room. Can't keep my eyes off of them, because Nathan had been drinking Vodka Redbulls and Tequilla shots. Of course Nathan tries to start a fight and we have to kick him out. Which was quite the task.
Later in the evening I go to the ladies room to piss. Sitting in the stall, I notice the stall next to me, the lady was facing the toilet standing up. What the hell? Is it a she-man? The she-man spoke to me!!! It was creepy.
"Will you turn the water on for me? I am sort of bladder shy and I'm drunk"
ME: NO! I am taking a fucking piss.
"Sorry, I guess I'll just wait"
ME: I guess so.
I leave the bathroom and donot turn the faucet on. I go back out to the bar and look around trying to figure out who's in the bar and who that one girl in the bathroom is. The only person I see that's missing is Har-mond (mexian dude....god he's annoying). Then I start to wonder. I run back to the bathroom and lower my head to look at the feet, the feet that are still facing the toilet seat. This time there's a pair of unfilled shoes by the feet facing the toilet. There's groaning and moaning! EWW.
Har-mond and some ugly, pudgy, manly-voiced girl are in the stall fucking.
So I send Denise in to deal with it. She opens the unlocked stall to see Har-mond's fully erect mexican cock whip around and look at her. YIKES.
Har-mond is kicked out of the bar, along with the ugly hoe. He tries to come back in later to order a drink, and we deny him and he yells, walks out the door and PUNCHES A HOLE IN THE WALL.
Rich Dunkin (a member of the band that played in the bar that night) leaves with his wife right behind us chasing Har-mond out.
This kid Aaron, right before our eyes, hops into Rich Dunkin's truck, that's on warming up, and he takes off. Dude just takes off IN VALDEZ in some dudes truck. Where does he go? SOUTH CENTRAL. Go fucking figure.
The world is ENDING. And I would like to be having dirty, sweaty and lengthy sex as it happens.