Adventures in Bartending (with laringitis)
So, I woke up the other moring 30 minutes late for work, due to my alarm clock not going off. I called my boss to tell him that I was going to be a little late (as if it was obvious, since I was ALREADY 30 mintutes late). When I called I realized that I also had NO voice. I whispered to him that I would be in soon, and he said "what? I can't hear you." I said "I know, I've lost my voice, but I'll still come in today. I'll see you soon."
So, I went in to work, I got everything ready to open, and I was set to tend my bar with no voice! I wasn't really sure HOW this was going to work, but I needed the money. I made myself a cup of hot water with lemon and honey, and gargled some salt water before we actually opened. It didn't do much. When my first customer came in I explained that I was losing my voice, but I'd help him as best I could. He proceeded to ask all KINDS of questions about the beers... "What's Hoegaarden, who makes Beach Bum Blonde Ale, What does it tastes like, What's your favorite..." You get the idea. The next customer was asking all kinds of questions about ME, such as: Where do you like to go when you go out? Where are you from? (I said "I'm from Atlanta, I don't have an accent at all, do I?"). Needless to say, i was starting to get annoyed that these assholes were asking stupid questions, and making me strain my voice even more.
After said customers left, the bar was pretty dead for the rest of the day. typically I'd be annoyed by this. However, I was workig a 12 hour shift with no voice, so this gave me time to try to revive my voice. By about 4:00, I finally had a little bit of my voice back.
The dinner shift was actually kind of busy, and by 7:00, I was slinging drinks like crazy! I had to change about 6 different kegs all evening, which never failed to be at the sametime that some prissy bitch wanted a frozen cocktail (damn high maintanace women!). At one point 3 kegs blew at the same time that my hand caught the bottle of daquari mix. The bottom of the daquari mix exploded, I'm trying to ring customers up, clean up my miss, and change the kegs all at the same time...
As I was running to change the kegs, I SLID through the strawberry daquari mix, busted my ass, and got the mix ALL over me. I changed the kegs, and came back to clean up my mess, while two cutomers at left at the bar asked me what other bars they should check out! I said "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted at the moment. I'll be with you in a minute!" What asshole asks someone with no voice, who is OBVIOUSLY not having a good day, what other establishment they should fucking attend!
I just had to rant!
So, I went in to work, I got everything ready to open, and I was set to tend my bar with no voice! I wasn't really sure HOW this was going to work, but I needed the money. I made myself a cup of hot water with lemon and honey, and gargled some salt water before we actually opened. It didn't do much. When my first customer came in I explained that I was losing my voice, but I'd help him as best I could. He proceeded to ask all KINDS of questions about the beers... "What's Hoegaarden, who makes Beach Bum Blonde Ale, What does it tastes like, What's your favorite..." You get the idea. The next customer was asking all kinds of questions about ME, such as: Where do you like to go when you go out? Where are you from? (I said "I'm from Atlanta, I don't have an accent at all, do I?"). Needless to say, i was starting to get annoyed that these assholes were asking stupid questions, and making me strain my voice even more.
After said customers left, the bar was pretty dead for the rest of the day. typically I'd be annoyed by this. However, I was workig a 12 hour shift with no voice, so this gave me time to try to revive my voice. By about 4:00, I finally had a little bit of my voice back.
The dinner shift was actually kind of busy, and by 7:00, I was slinging drinks like crazy! I had to change about 6 different kegs all evening, which never failed to be at the sametime that some prissy bitch wanted a frozen cocktail (damn high maintanace women!). At one point 3 kegs blew at the same time that my hand caught the bottle of daquari mix. The bottom of the daquari mix exploded, I'm trying to ring customers up, clean up my miss, and change the kegs all at the same time...
As I was running to change the kegs, I SLID through the strawberry daquari mix, busted my ass, and got the mix ALL over me. I changed the kegs, and came back to clean up my mess, while two cutomers at left at the bar asked me what other bars they should check out! I said "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted at the moment. I'll be with you in a minute!" What asshole asks someone with no voice, who is OBVIOUSLY not having a good day, what other establishment they should fucking attend!
I just had to rant!