Credence in Response to Bad Bartenders

Aug 03, 2008 15:44

Things have been changing at the bar I work at.

My boss is shitty, just like everyone else's. That's fine. The hours are shitty. That's alright. I'm not allowed to eat at work, even if I work 12 hours. I can deal with that, because even if i could eat there, we don't get a discount on food, so I can't afford to eat there, anyway. That's fine with me.

There's a new battle. A bunch of old girls are leaving. New ones are coming in. I hate reestablishing dominance. My manager is fucking with me and giving perks to girls that have been there two weeks. I'm going into my 2nd year there...and in bar time, two years almost makes me up for tenure. There will be blood. I will get mine. It's just going to get ugly.

Back at the ranch, I'm settling into a routine. All of my things are discovering their places. There's almost a first layer of dust on my nightstand.

Am I home yet?

I hate people that were RAs in the dorms and reference it as some kind of accomplishment when they're 31 and at my bar.

Now I need to find a lighter so I can spark this bowl.

Cause you're my girl
and that's alright.

If you sting me, I won't mind.
Previous post Next post
Up