i don't take shit from anyone....
and thats why i'm unemployed again.
oh wait, you must be asking, when were you ever EMPLOYED in the first place?
well i was. seriously.
if i can actually hack thinking of this entire head throbbing scenerio again without killing myself, i'll tell you all about it.
erin (drop dead red, of my team, the heavy metal hookers) was working at this bar called "ludwigs garten" alongside another one of our team mates vanessa (euro thrash). they just so happend to need another bartender, so erin automatically called me, knowing i needed a job more than i needed air to breathe. i would be taking erin's weekend day shift, while she would be taking the weekend night shift. it was a good deal. i went in, talked to their manager, a really nice lady, and she pretty much gave me the job on the spot because i'm so damn charming. i was to go in during the weekend and train with erin. so i did. it was pretty crazy. this place sports over 50 beers, all of them imports from germany and other european places. not to mention, they serve some badass german food. so needless to say, there was a LOT to learn, and i was willing to cram it all into my head. i was already starting to like the place. i trained for another 2 nights before they assigned me the weekend day shift.
my first day was last saturday, and i was completely alone. the only other person in there was the chef in the kitchen. no sweat, i thought, i can handle this. let me take this time to tell you that not only was i performing the duties of the bartender, but i was also the waitress and server all at the same time. it wouldn't be that hard of a job, if i spoke german. when you start getting a lot of customers, all those german beers start sounding the same. not to mention the foods. it probably took me an hour to figure out what a spatzle was... i was pretty surprised. not to mention, trying to look all that shit up on the ancient computerized register was starting to be like looking for a needle in a hay stack. yeah i started panicing. and i screwed up a couple times on the credit card reciepts. i never screwed up that bad before, but it was also a register system that i never used before (if you saw it, you'd wonder why anyone ever did), and it would take more getting used to than the whole 2 days prior i spent on it. at the time, i didn't even realize i fucked up.
i didn't find that out until the next morning. erin called me up while i was at the bar. i could hear it in her voice, she was panicing. the boss man called her up screaming at her that we were short $100 on the register.
oh yeah, i didn't get to tell you about this gem of a man. his name is paul, he's the owner of the bar and he's about the size and shape of a small planet. when i saw him the first time, i seriously expected to be drawn into his gravitational pull. things should be orbiting this man. on top of how fucking fat he is, he fucking smells. i probably saw him a whole of 2 TIMES before i started working on my own. he never said a fucking word to me. never said "hi" or "so you're my new bartender" or "how about them phillies?". not-one-word. you'd think that by owning an establishment, you would want to know everyone who works for you, or at least, know them to a degree or take the time to get to know them. nope. i thought that was kinda strange. i mean, really strange, especially when i tell you the rest of this story.
so erin calls me and tells me this. and dude fucking screamed and yelled at her and told her that if she didn't figure it out, she'd lose her job. so erin calls me and i told her i'd try to figure it out. i knew that neither of us were thieves, so the only explanation had to be something in the register tape. and if that was the case, then it was most definetly my fault because i screwed up on it before her shift started.
i told her to come over to the bar and we'd check the tape, rock out on some calculators and figure it out. and i even told her that if it came down to it, i'd take the blame because i'm responsible like that. after i hung up with her, i just started feeling like shit. the bar started to look dank, uncomfortable, and overall just made me sick. i knew it was an omen that i wasn't gonna be there much longer. not like it mattered. the stories i heard about that guy paul (and i heard a lot of them) made me think that if he ever had a reason, or even no reason at all to yell at me like he fuckin yelled at erin, i'd give him a reason to fire me, because i'd probably scream at him till his eardrums burst. i don't take shit like that from anyone.
so about an hour later, erin comes in, looking so distraught that i was about to start crying for her. we broke out all the register tape and credit card reciepts from the night before. luckily, a former employee who had just recently quit (i wonder why)stopped in for a beer and decided to help us figure it out. what a god send. so we took about 45 minutes doing paper work, and seriously wrote it all out in words and math sentences (like you used to do in grade school to show teacher your work) on a paper describing what exactly went wrong. and yeah, it was pretty much my fault. what can i say? it was my first day.
so we left the paper stapled to the envelope that the register tape was kept in, and put it where paul could find it. erin left, and i said i would see her at practice (because it was fuckin sunday). an hour later, i was still serving customers and paul fuckin appeared out of no where. seriously. you would think that you'd see a guy that size coming. but no. he must have ninja training. he was at the register monkeying about and turned to me and bellowed "so where's my final solution? did you figure out what happend to my money?!". seriously, i'm never embarrassed. but this embarrassed me because it just seemed that after he said it, everyone in the bar was listening, like i was on trial. i gave him the envelope with the paper on it with detailed description of any of my mathmatical errors.
he snatched it out of my hands, barely glanced at it, and just yelled in my face "i don't understand this! i don't understand any of this!" then he pretty much threw it down and continued on this verbal barrage that would have put my mom to shame. i don't even think i can pull any of the sentences out of my memory right now, because it was so bad that i think at one point i blocked it out. it went pretty much along the lines of (with curses and everything) how fucking stupid i am, am i a fuckin moron, what kind of person did i think i was, what the fuck did i do to fuck up so bad, did i seriously think i was gonna keep that job, etc etc etc. he pretty much asked me questions that he wouldn't let me answer. so i pretty much stood there biting my lip, wondering if i should cut loose and fucking scream at him, or keep my silence and possibly keep my job, even though i was demoralizing myself by letting myself sit through a fat man's bullshit. if any of you know me, you know that i don't know how to handle my own emotions. i pretty much started getting choked up and about ready to cry, sending my pride even further down my rocky slope of low self-esteem. especially since, i was very much aware of my tortured audience that was the entire bar (even the kitchen staff).
he finally ended his degradation of me somehow (because like i said, i pretty much blocked it out), and stormed/waddled out the door.
i think i stood there, pretty much shell shocked, for about a minute. i think i was shaken out of it when i realized that everyone was still looking at me. i tried to busy myself, make it look like it didn't bother me, but i couldn't even bring myself to look at any of the customers.
so i ran into the bathroom.
i tally this as one of the lowest points of my life. i was actually cowering in a bathroom, crying. i don't think i've even done this past any trauma in highschool. i also don't think i've ever hated the fact that i kept my mouth shut for anything, ever. i was just really overwhelmed at the time. i just wanted to hide in there and try to recompose myself as much as possible, but i couldn't. i had a busy bar to take care of. i was a mess for the rest of the day. i was seriously about to call out of practice so i could go home and cry.
to make matters worse, the chick who was supposed to be covering me on night shift never showed up. and the guy who was covering for her showed up 45 mins. late. i like this guy too. he's really nice. i tried telling him about my shitty 2nd day without choking up or crying, but it was pretty much useless.
while i was trying to close out, he accidentally ran up some tabs , so i had to do this long process of re-doing all of my credit card receipts. at the time kristina (ivana rock) and andrea (robin drugstores) were outside to pick me up for practice and had to wait an extra 20 mins for me because i had to re-do my register.
once i got out of there, i don't think i've ever breathed such a deep sigh of relief. i almost cried wheni told the girls of my horrid day.
so.... fast forward to tuesday. i was at the 25 bus stop, waiting for the bus. i ran into a friend of mine and was telling him about that fucking job when i got the call. it was the nice lady who hired me, and she was telling me that she was firing me. at that point, i just kinda laughed and was like "yannow, its cool. i'm ok with this and i understand." she on the other hand, was heartily sorry. she even said that none of this would have been a problem if paul wasn't such a psycho. i had to agree with her, and told her that i hope he dies for making me feel like i was a stupid 10 year old. she laughed. i asked if erin was ok, and if she was going to be getting demoted or fired or anything, and the lady said no. and we hung up. funny story huh?
gets better.
wednesday i call up erin to see if she was going to practice. she answers my call not very pleased to be hearing from me at all. i asked what was wrong and she told me "i got suspended from my job because of you!" and i was like "holy shit! when i was talking to that lady who fired me yesterday, i asked if anything bad was gonna happen to you, and she said no. damn dude, what the fuck?!?!" erin gives a long pause and asks "you got fired!?" then we both had to give eachother the recount of what happend. basically erin got suspended because paul figures its her fault that i screwed up. maybe, but its not anything worth suspending any one over for. its pretty stupid. so she and i both said "fuck paul, fuck that job!".
and thats the end of my story. neat huh?
wow, this was one of my longest lj posts in awhile.
i took too long writing this, and now i gotta rush gettin my shit together and go out tonight.
oh yeah, i got my tattoo! its neato. its this badass angel of death. i should have pics of it up on the gayspace soon. so keep an eye out for that.
but for now, i have to go get the war paint on and rock out with some friends i haven't seen in awhile.
p.s.- mike burned me a copy of the new smashing pumpkins cd because he knows NOW i can't afford it. he's the best boyfriend ever!!
Jen "someone buy me a beer!!" Simms
oh wait, you must be asking, when were you ever EMPLOYED in the first place?
well i was. seriously.
if i can actually hack thinking of this entire head throbbing scenerio again without killing myself, i'll tell you all about it.
erin (drop dead red, of my team, the heavy metal hookers) was working at this bar called "ludwigs garten" alongside another one of our team mates vanessa (euro thrash). they just so happend to need another bartender, so erin automatically called me, knowing i needed a job more than i needed air to breathe. i would be taking erin's weekend day shift, while she would be taking the weekend night shift. it was a good deal. i went in, talked to their manager, a really nice lady, and she pretty much gave me the job on the spot because i'm so damn charming. i was to go in during the weekend and train with erin. so i did. it was pretty crazy. this place sports over 50 beers, all of them imports from germany and other european places. not to mention, they serve some badass german food. so needless to say, there was a LOT to learn, and i was willing to cram it all into my head. i was already starting to like the place. i trained for another 2 nights before they assigned me the weekend day shift.
my first day was last saturday, and i was completely alone. the only other person in there was the chef in the kitchen. no sweat, i thought, i can handle this. let me take this time to tell you that not only was i performing the duties of the bartender, but i was also the waitress and server all at the same time. it wouldn't be that hard of a job, if i spoke german. when you start getting a lot of customers, all those german beers start sounding the same. not to mention the foods. it probably took me an hour to figure out what a spatzle was... i was pretty surprised. not to mention, trying to look all that shit up on the ancient computerized register was starting to be like looking for a needle in a hay stack. yeah i started panicing. and i screwed up a couple times on the credit card reciepts. i never screwed up that bad before, but it was also a register system that i never used before (if you saw it, you'd wonder why anyone ever did), and it would take more getting used to than the whole 2 days prior i spent on it. at the time, i didn't even realize i fucked up.
i didn't find that out until the next morning. erin called me up while i was at the bar. i could hear it in her voice, she was panicing. the boss man called her up screaming at her that we were short $100 on the register.
oh yeah, i didn't get to tell you about this gem of a man. his name is paul, he's the owner of the bar and he's about the size and shape of a small planet. when i saw him the first time, i seriously expected to be drawn into his gravitational pull. things should be orbiting this man. on top of how fucking fat he is, he fucking smells. i probably saw him a whole of 2 TIMES before i started working on my own. he never said a fucking word to me. never said "hi" or "so you're my new bartender" or "how about them phillies?". not-one-word. you'd think that by owning an establishment, you would want to know everyone who works for you, or at least, know them to a degree or take the time to get to know them. nope. i thought that was kinda strange. i mean, really strange, especially when i tell you the rest of this story.
so erin calls me and tells me this. and dude fucking screamed and yelled at her and told her that if she didn't figure it out, she'd lose her job. so erin calls me and i told her i'd try to figure it out. i knew that neither of us were thieves, so the only explanation had to be something in the register tape. and if that was the case, then it was most definetly my fault because i screwed up on it before her shift started.
i told her to come over to the bar and we'd check the tape, rock out on some calculators and figure it out. and i even told her that if it came down to it, i'd take the blame because i'm responsible like that. after i hung up with her, i just started feeling like shit. the bar started to look dank, uncomfortable, and overall just made me sick. i knew it was an omen that i wasn't gonna be there much longer. not like it mattered. the stories i heard about that guy paul (and i heard a lot of them) made me think that if he ever had a reason, or even no reason at all to yell at me like he fuckin yelled at erin, i'd give him a reason to fire me, because i'd probably scream at him till his eardrums burst. i don't take shit like that from anyone.
so about an hour later, erin comes in, looking so distraught that i was about to start crying for her. we broke out all the register tape and credit card reciepts from the night before. luckily, a former employee who had just recently quit (i wonder why)stopped in for a beer and decided to help us figure it out. what a god send. so we took about 45 minutes doing paper work, and seriously wrote it all out in words and math sentences (like you used to do in grade school to show teacher your work) on a paper describing what exactly went wrong. and yeah, it was pretty much my fault. what can i say? it was my first day.
so we left the paper stapled to the envelope that the register tape was kept in, and put it where paul could find it. erin left, and i said i would see her at practice (because it was fuckin sunday). an hour later, i was still serving customers and paul fuckin appeared out of no where. seriously. you would think that you'd see a guy that size coming. but no. he must have ninja training. he was at the register monkeying about and turned to me and bellowed "so where's my final solution? did you figure out what happend to my money?!". seriously, i'm never embarrassed. but this embarrassed me because it just seemed that after he said it, everyone in the bar was listening, like i was on trial. i gave him the envelope with the paper on it with detailed description of any of my mathmatical errors.
he snatched it out of my hands, barely glanced at it, and just yelled in my face "i don't understand this! i don't understand any of this!" then he pretty much threw it down and continued on this verbal barrage that would have put my mom to shame. i don't even think i can pull any of the sentences out of my memory right now, because it was so bad that i think at one point i blocked it out. it went pretty much along the lines of (with curses and everything) how fucking stupid i am, am i a fuckin moron, what kind of person did i think i was, what the fuck did i do to fuck up so bad, did i seriously think i was gonna keep that job, etc etc etc. he pretty much asked me questions that he wouldn't let me answer. so i pretty much stood there biting my lip, wondering if i should cut loose and fucking scream at him, or keep my silence and possibly keep my job, even though i was demoralizing myself by letting myself sit through a fat man's bullshit. if any of you know me, you know that i don't know how to handle my own emotions. i pretty much started getting choked up and about ready to cry, sending my pride even further down my rocky slope of low self-esteem. especially since, i was very much aware of my tortured audience that was the entire bar (even the kitchen staff).
he finally ended his degradation of me somehow (because like i said, i pretty much blocked it out), and stormed/waddled out the door.
i think i stood there, pretty much shell shocked, for about a minute. i think i was shaken out of it when i realized that everyone was still looking at me. i tried to busy myself, make it look like it didn't bother me, but i couldn't even bring myself to look at any of the customers.
so i ran into the bathroom.
i tally this as one of the lowest points of my life. i was actually cowering in a bathroom, crying. i don't think i've even done this past any trauma in highschool. i also don't think i've ever hated the fact that i kept my mouth shut for anything, ever. i was just really overwhelmed at the time. i just wanted to hide in there and try to recompose myself as much as possible, but i couldn't. i had a busy bar to take care of. i was a mess for the rest of the day. i was seriously about to call out of practice so i could go home and cry.
to make matters worse, the chick who was supposed to be covering me on night shift never showed up. and the guy who was covering for her showed up 45 mins. late. i like this guy too. he's really nice. i tried telling him about my shitty 2nd day without choking up or crying, but it was pretty much useless.
while i was trying to close out, he accidentally ran up some tabs , so i had to do this long process of re-doing all of my credit card receipts. at the time kristina (ivana rock) and andrea (robin drugstores) were outside to pick me up for practice and had to wait an extra 20 mins for me because i had to re-do my register.
once i got out of there, i don't think i've ever breathed such a deep sigh of relief. i almost cried wheni told the girls of my horrid day.
so.... fast forward to tuesday. i was at the 25 bus stop, waiting for the bus. i ran into a friend of mine and was telling him about that fucking job when i got the call. it was the nice lady who hired me, and she was telling me that she was firing me. at that point, i just kinda laughed and was like "yannow, its cool. i'm ok with this and i understand." she on the other hand, was heartily sorry. she even said that none of this would have been a problem if paul wasn't such a psycho. i had to agree with her, and told her that i hope he dies for making me feel like i was a stupid 10 year old. she laughed. i asked if erin was ok, and if she was going to be getting demoted or fired or anything, and the lady said no. and we hung up. funny story huh?
gets better.
wednesday i call up erin to see if she was going to practice. she answers my call not very pleased to be hearing from me at all. i asked what was wrong and she told me "i got suspended from my job because of you!" and i was like "holy shit! when i was talking to that lady who fired me yesterday, i asked if anything bad was gonna happen to you, and she said no. damn dude, what the fuck?!?!" erin gives a long pause and asks "you got fired!?" then we both had to give eachother the recount of what happend. basically erin got suspended because paul figures its her fault that i screwed up. maybe, but its not anything worth suspending any one over for. its pretty stupid. so she and i both said "fuck paul, fuck that job!".
and thats the end of my story. neat huh?
wow, this was one of my longest lj posts in awhile.
i took too long writing this, and now i gotta rush gettin my shit together and go out tonight.
oh yeah, i got my tattoo! its neato. its this badass angel of death. i should have pics of it up on the gayspace soon. so keep an eye out for that.
but for now, i have to go get the war paint on and rock out with some friends i haven't seen in awhile.
p.s.- mike burned me a copy of the new smashing pumpkins cd because he knows NOW i can't afford it. he's the best boyfriend ever!!
Jen "someone buy me a beer!!" Simms