One of thoes nights at work... actually - one of thoes weekends.
I just wasn't in the mood to take any kind of shit from anyone tonight, and I have never had the displeasure of serving a bigger bunch of inconciderate cunts in my whole life.
Here is just one example:
Background : this girl had been shitting me off all night, changing her order just as I'm about to pour, or just after... ordering cocktails and getting pissed that she wasn't getting her drink straight away (well, duh, I'm making you a FRESH FUCKING COCKTAIL)
She'd just ordered jager bombs, comes back to the bar about five minutes later.
Her: Do you remember that drink you made me about five minutes ago?
Me: Yes.
Her: Well, I put it down over there so I could dance and someone took it.
Me: Oh.
Her: Yes, I think it was THAT bussie (pointing at my brilliant most fantastic bussy ever)
Me: Um, that is one of our best bussies, and I know for a fact that he wouldn't EVER pick up a full drink.
Her: But, he did.
Me : (getting pissed off) Did you see it?
Her: No, I didn't. But, I'm willing to pay for a replacement, but only half price.
Me: (very fucking pissed off) Let me get this straight, you want me to give you a drink half price because you're too much of a moron to hold onto your drink ?!?
Her: I'm not a moron, I just wanted to dance. And yes, that bussie took it so I should really get it for free!
Me: fuck off.
And seriously, when the ugly lights come on, you kinda go, okay time to leave. Apparently not. It takes poor irate bar staff AN HOUR of walking around going "come on guys, time to start heading out." to get the fucking message, and you only do it when we bring up burly security guards to back us up.
I don't care if you're conversation is riveting, have it somewhere else. I don't care if you want to keep hanging around or drinking, do it somewhere else. I have to clean up all the fucking mess that you PIGS left because you don't know how to pick up a glass and bring it to the bar when you get a new drink. Because you're foul and gross and we just want you to get the fuck out so we can erase every trace of you ever being here.
My work is usually very cool, we normally get a really good crowd, because we're kind of hard to find. Wankers don't want to walk up and down a street trying to find a tiny little lane with no sign, they just want to get shit-faced and rub up against girls in skirts that have less fabric that headbands.
I'm not bitter, I just hate nights like tonight (and a fair amount of the population).
I just wasn't in the mood to take any kind of shit from anyone tonight, and I have never had the displeasure of serving a bigger bunch of inconciderate cunts in my whole life.
Here is just one example:
Background : this girl had been shitting me off all night, changing her order just as I'm about to pour, or just after... ordering cocktails and getting pissed that she wasn't getting her drink straight away (well, duh, I'm making you a FRESH FUCKING COCKTAIL)
She'd just ordered jager bombs, comes back to the bar about five minutes later.
Her: Do you remember that drink you made me about five minutes ago?
Me: Yes.
Her: Well, I put it down over there so I could dance and someone took it.
Me: Oh.
Her: Yes, I think it was THAT bussie (pointing at my brilliant most fantastic bussy ever)
Me: Um, that is one of our best bussies, and I know for a fact that he wouldn't EVER pick up a full drink.
Her: But, he did.
Me : (getting pissed off) Did you see it?
Her: No, I didn't. But, I'm willing to pay for a replacement, but only half price.
Me: (very fucking pissed off) Let me get this straight, you want me to give you a drink half price because you're too much of a moron to hold onto your drink ?!?
Her: I'm not a moron, I just wanted to dance. And yes, that bussie took it so I should really get it for free!
Me: fuck off.
And seriously, when the ugly lights come on, you kinda go, okay time to leave. Apparently not. It takes poor irate bar staff AN HOUR of walking around going "come on guys, time to start heading out." to get the fucking message, and you only do it when we bring up burly security guards to back us up.
I don't care if you're conversation is riveting, have it somewhere else. I don't care if you want to keep hanging around or drinking, do it somewhere else. I have to clean up all the fucking mess that you PIGS left because you don't know how to pick up a glass and bring it to the bar when you get a new drink. Because you're foul and gross and we just want you to get the fuck out so we can erase every trace of you ever being here.
My work is usually very cool, we normally get a really good crowd, because we're kind of hard to find. Wankers don't want to walk up and down a street trying to find a tiny little lane with no sign, they just want to get shit-faced and rub up against girls in skirts that have less fabric that headbands.
I'm not bitter, I just hate nights like tonight (and a fair amount of the population).
see you friday maybe.
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