Once again...
...I feel like I've fallen off the face of the earth.
Last weekend a group of friends, and myself, decided to go down to New Orleans for the birthday's of three of my friends. I've decided that when there are that many people involved, you resign yourself to seeing them only in the mornings when they wake up hungover or in the evenings when they stumble in drunk. We had a wonderful time but you just can't keep that many people together in group when you're visiting a city that large. All in all we had a fun time. We got to visit with friends that had moved down there, do a bit of shopping and do quite a bit of partying. The only set back we had was when visiting a club where a few people apparently decided we weren't welcome there and tried to start a fight with my boyfriend and his brother. Luckily for us, there were several other tourists there who allowed us into their party and apparently drunks dislike equal odds and everyone was able to have a good time.
We stayed at the Historic French Market Inn, which I'd been to before, and even though it was still undergoing a bit of construction from the hurricanes, it was once again a fun place to stay. Even if we had to worry with doors that got stuck a bit from warping or the fact a phone in a room didn't work. A small price to pay for a good time, I say.
I just wish the vacation would have lasted.
That next Monday I was at work, bright and early for me, at noon and would up having to pull mostly a double because the girl we asked to come in to help while the other two bartenders are fixing living arrangements was an idiot. She was an hour late coming in without apology which made me late for an appointment I had. Then on top of that, forgot to pick up her keys to the bar so I had to go back in to close up the bar. Unfortunately I made the mistake of showing up with the thought of just dropping off my keys. There were 30 of so people that came with me to drink and she took one look at them and literally bolted out of the door. So I wound up working again until close. Throughout the remainder of the first part of the week, I received so many calls and texts from her asking silly questions was ridiculous, on top of the complaints from customers, that the owner and I finally decided I'd be able to cover both shifts. Wow, remind me never to do that again.
Starting tonight it will pull me into a 50+ hour work week and I'm literally exhausted. I've worked every day this week without a break and tonight will most likely murder me because we're having a huge band come in and play. They always draw a crowd and I'm so worn I don't have problems admitting I might not be able to physically handle the workload. Last night I spent an hour stocking and organizing everything behind the bar in hopes it will make it easier on me to handle the rush because I need my tips tonight, which is the only reason I haven't asked for the night off.
The past two nights have just been those nights where you honestly ask if it's been a full moon. Thursday night seemed harmless enough, I thought I would be able to close early and possibly go home to get some sleep until two people showed up to play darts. That was fine, they were quiet and let me do my finish work and as they were leaving another group of people I know came in. Harmless. Until one of my friends decided to tell the one man that was there that his girlfriend was beautiful. Next thing I know I'm screaming at the top of my lung and having to call the police because the guy is threatening to snap his neck. Crazy friggin people, I swear! Needless to say, after the drama died down no one was really in the mood to drink so my possible tips walked out of the door. And, of course, it would just have to happen last night as well.
Friday night everyone is there, we're all having a good time. Laughing and cutting up like you do...until Vice and a uniformed officer walks in. Now apparently there's another bar just down the road that's got their panties in a twist that we're sharing mutual customers and decided to tell Vice that we're serving underaged children and that the bartender there, moi, doesn't have her ABO card. (Which allows me to be behind a bar legally and serve alcohol.) Now the only reason Vice would bring another police officer in the bar is because he's expecting to arrest someone. So when he walked in and recognized my patrons as regulars that frequented other bars, he looked confused and knew he wasn't pegging the underaged drinking on me so, as they do, asked to see my ABO card. The look he had on his face when I produced the id was so full of surprise I almost had to laugh. Needless to say, even after they left, everyone got a bit nervous because he apparently has a reputation for trying to set people up, so they left. Aggravating.
So now that that's over, I'm tired, sore, and brain dead. I feel horrible because I haven't seen many of my friends lately unless they show up at work, and I've had to skip out on plans that have been in the works for weeks just so I can catch a small amount of sleep. I also feel bad because (And Robyn you know I really do feel bad about this) I haven't sent a piece I've been trying to work on for two weeks because this is the first time I've gotten online in the past week and a half. I suck, I know.
Anyway, now I have to go shower and get ready for work tonight. Hopefully next week I'll have a couple of days off seeing as I've been such a good sport and I haven't complained too much, until now.
L