Strip-bar Patrons, wankers, the lot of them.
Last week was full of the childerens. I don't like childerens in my bar, because A) they only buy one, cheap, house beer each b) they don't tip the girls (or me, grr) and c) they all get fucked up and fight. I finally understand how you feel, Syn, working at the K.
Anyway, after our bouncer got bottled by a dickwad, a few bitch fights, a few good ol' slappings and more violent acts between strippers and patrons (if the patrons are assholes to the strippers, the strippers have full licence to "accidentally" kick them in the head with their heels), and me slowly dying of bordom... we got wasted on that cocaine drink and vodka and everything else that was left to drink as it was Karen (the other managers) birthday on Sat night. As a ressult, I have JUST got over my hangover. Eeek.
Also amusing was the boppers asking for cocktails (we do them for older patrons, but as we charge a kazillion bucks and i'm the only barstaff who knows how to do them, we generally don't)... i snorted with laughter and told them we weren't that kind of bar, and they promptly asked for a bottle of bourbon and coke.... alright, how does that work?
Oh, and my personal favorite- pointing at the beer fridge, saying "I want a beer... that one... that one... the green one!" and getting mad because I get you the wrong one. ALL but TWO OF THE FUCKING BOTTLES ARE GREEN DICKWAD.
//Rant.
At least on friday night I got to attend the electricians xmas bbq at Curve. Mmmmm, meat (and the boys were tasty too... but i'll get told off by Joe...)
I've been OD'ing on Peep Show lately. If you don't watch it, download it. Oh my god, so funny.
Anyway, after our bouncer got bottled by a dickwad, a few bitch fights, a few good ol' slappings and more violent acts between strippers and patrons (if the patrons are assholes to the strippers, the strippers have full licence to "accidentally" kick them in the head with their heels), and me slowly dying of bordom... we got wasted on that cocaine drink and vodka and everything else that was left to drink as it was Karen (the other managers) birthday on Sat night. As a ressult, I have JUST got over my hangover. Eeek.
Also amusing was the boppers asking for cocktails (we do them for older patrons, but as we charge a kazillion bucks and i'm the only barstaff who knows how to do them, we generally don't)... i snorted with laughter and told them we weren't that kind of bar, and they promptly asked for a bottle of bourbon and coke.... alright, how does that work?
Oh, and my personal favorite- pointing at the beer fridge, saying "I want a beer... that one... that one... the green one!" and getting mad because I get you the wrong one. ALL but TWO OF THE FUCKING BOTTLES ARE GREEN DICKWAD.
//Rant.
At least on friday night I got to attend the electricians xmas bbq at Curve. Mmmmm, meat (and the boys were tasty too... but i'll get told off by Joe...)
I've been OD'ing on Peep Show lately. If you don't watch it, download it. Oh my god, so funny.