Crappy week. Got back from Vegas Monday night. I lost the whole $800.00 I took with me, plus the $500.00 I won while I was there to make for a whopping total loss of $1,300.00 
At least I'm not down as much as the Boyfriend. He's already lost somewhere in the neighborhood of $3,000.00 and he still has until Saturday before he comes home. I'd have to say the highlight of the trip was sex bent over the balcony on the 21st floor over-looking the city lights. That was cool. 
There's been all kinds of crap going on at the bar. Someone got robbed at gunpoint and had their car stolen Monday night in the parking lot not 20 minutes after I arrived from the airport. For some reason, 3 cop cars in the parking lot for a couple hours is a pretty big damper on business.
Then last night I had to throw out some stupid tweaker dude for starting shit with a bunch of people, and after I got rid of him I had to deal with some crazy old drunk lady who's been coming in trying to pick fights with me because she's all in love with my boyfriend. I finally got the green light to 86 her last night. Whew!
I'm beginning to hate being at the bar all together. Being the one in charge, having your name be the first one people start yelling when they need someone to intervene for some stupid bullshit isn't as much fun as it sounded at first. I'll just be happy when Paul gets home. I have the feeling the end of the week isn't going to get any easier.
Tonight being my only night off I think I'll try to cheer myself up and boost my morale by hitting a 12:01 showing of Revenge of the Sith at Desert Ridge.
At least I'm not down as much as the Boyfriend. He's already lost somewhere in the neighborhood of $3,000.00 and he still has until Saturday before he comes home. I'd have to say the highlight of the trip was sex bent over the balcony on the 21st floor over-looking the city lights. That was cool.
There's been all kinds of crap going on at the bar. Someone got robbed at gunpoint and had their car stolen Monday night in the parking lot not 20 minutes after I arrived from the airport. For some reason, 3 cop cars in the parking lot for a couple hours is a pretty big damper on business.
Then last night I had to throw out some stupid tweaker dude for starting shit with a bunch of people, and after I got rid of him I had to deal with some crazy old drunk lady who's been coming in trying to pick fights with me because she's all in love with my boyfriend. I finally got the green light to 86 her last night. Whew!
I'm beginning to hate being at the bar all together. Being the one in charge, having your name be the first one people start yelling when they need someone to intervene for some stupid bullshit isn't as much fun as it sounded at first. I'll just be happy when Paul gets home. I have the feeling the end of the week isn't going to get any easier.
Tonight being my only night off I think I'll try to cheer myself up and boost my morale by hitting a 12:01 showing of Revenge of the Sith at Desert Ridge.