holliday

What a crappola weekend!

Started having some drinks Friday night at my place and had plans to head out to a neighbors place for some bbq action.

For once, I was actually in a pretty good mood.
The class was over. And I'd realized the blessing of not working during the week.

I had some steam to blow off and I was looking forward to doing it. I was re-inspired to take on the world and beat the crap out of it.

Then...my coctail waitress text messaged me and asked if I'd spoken to my lady boss and worked things out? I was like, no, but everything's cool. She tells me that she doesn't see me on the schedule AT ALL anymore.

So, I call my lady boss...while I'm half cocked, to find out what the hell is going on.

She tells me that the customers had told her that I'd told THEM that Sunday was my last day. And apparently, rather than calling to ask ME what was up with that, she just took me off the schedule. Nice, right?

So I explain to her that I never said any such thing and that I'd have appreciated it if she'd called me to find out what was going on. Since, I AM an adult and can speak for myself.

She also tells me that my Brit boss had wanted to fire me straight away last week and that customers are complaining about my attitude problem, blah blah blah.

In the end I convinced her to put me back on the schedule. Of course, now I'm on PROBATION...

So I headed in Saturday like always and she fucking followed my ass around ALL FUCKING NIGHT. It was slow as hell but she sat there all night getting plastered with customers.

When it came time to close up and shut down she did absolutely NOTHING to assist me in getting people out of there. She wouldn't lock the front door, she complained when I turned the jukebox off.

THEN...she let that burly black dude I wrestled a couple weeks back who's been trying to date/fuck any of the girls in the bar (me included, but i'm not willing) to get behind the bar and 'help clean up.' Of course, since he doesn't know how it's done...I have to then, after finishing doing the money business, go back and check all his work, and redo it, since it's not right. While SHE stands there and does nothing but complain that it's taking too long. (they wanted to go to breakfast)

I kept telling her that she could go if she wanted. I don't NORMALLY have a boss staying with me on Saturday nights to close...and I've NEVER had a complaint from the Sunday dayshift bartender about my cleaning up, so...whatever. Annoying.

Sunday, same fucking thing.
She was there a bit during the evening, then left. She returned at about ten minutes or so to closing...with a guy who sometimes helps barback. He states that he's closing, but then doesn't do anything. I tell him I never have help closing at Sundays and that I'm fine on my own.
He gets angry or whatever and leaves without saying goodbye to either of us.

My lady boss then sits in her car, lights on, directly in front of the bar (it's all glass in front) for the entire hour and a half that it takes me to close up.

And still...I have to ask her if I'm still working there...since I wasn't on the schedule for the next weekend. She tells me I can 'plan' on working.

The problem is...I like my job very much. I like my customers and I like my Brit boss. I had decided to simply suck up her bullshit for the sake of continuing to do what I'm enjoying. Ignore the crap she talks about nobody liking me, because she's the only one saying anything of the sort, while everyone acts as if they adore me.

But it's VERY difficult to do this, while she's fucking talking shit to the customers (sat night) and sitting in front of the bar in her car with the lights on.

I'm convinced she wants me to quit.

Well, y'know what...bring it, bitch!!!