::006 Taking It's Toll::
I've been working at the bar for about a week now, the pay is good and the people aren't so bad actually. I'd imagined there would be drunkards all over the place, but many of them have the decency to only have three or so glasses before they're through. Unless they're drinking beer straight up, but usually it's just the men who get totaled. It's not noticeable, most come in like that anyhow.
The music doesn't give me a fucking headache any more, neither do those lights. Ugh, I had to wear tinted glasses the other day because they were set to Blinding. The reflections off the counter, mirror, and every item of glass behind the counter doesn't help either. Though, the women climbing onto the table does block some of the glare. The last one spilled her drink on me though as she fell, yes fell, off the counter. It's now a rule that no one is allowed to stand on the counter unless it's me or another tender (for whatever reason I don't know).
I like this job, I get cash and get away from Sakon. It's a win-win situation, not to mention I can get out of the shithole apartment. One of the guys from the club is having a party or something, I was invited, but I haven't decided if I'm going to go. Technically I'm already risking my health just working, but I've felt better. I'm just running low on medication, I'll have to go steal buy some more when I get my pay check.
The music doesn't give me a fucking headache any more, neither do those lights. Ugh, I had to wear tinted glasses the other day because they were set to Blinding. The reflections off the counter, mirror, and every item of glass behind the counter doesn't help either. Though, the women climbing onto the table does block some of the glare. The last one spilled her drink on me though as she fell, yes fell, off the counter. It's now a rule that no one is allowed to stand on the counter unless it's me or another tender (for whatever reason I don't know).
I like this job, I get cash and get away from Sakon. It's a win-win situation, not to mention I can get out of the shithole apartment. One of the guys from the club is having a party or something, I was invited, but I haven't decided if I'm going to go. Technically I'm already risking my health just working, but I've felt better. I'm just running low on medication, I'll have to go steal buy some more when I get my pay check.