Hell week happened as such:
MONDAY: Arrive in Phoenix from Las Vegas at 11:00pm and immediately take a cab to the bar to close up. I've lost all my money in Vegas so I have to borrow cab fare from a friend. Not 20 minutes after arriving at the bar a customer is robbed at gunpoint in the parking lot and his car is stolen. I spend the rest of the night talking to the cops.
TUESDAY: Go to work at 9:00pm only to be confronted by a completely wasted woman in her late 40's who's in love with my boyfriend. Get called every filthy name in the book. Physically drag her by her wrists outside the bar and tell her never to come back later to realize my arms have gotten all scratched up in the process.
WEDNESDAY: Find out that my boyfriend's mother has been lying to him the entire time he's been out of town telling him I've been coming home at 6:00am every morning implying that I'm either cheating on him or staying at the bar after hours drinking with my friends.
THURSDAY: Everyone else who works at the bar except for myself and Allen the cook arrive in Vegas to party with Paul. After he and I had spent the entire weekend together blowing every cent on nothing but gambling- even after I had asked if maybe we could do something else a little more social, it takes them being there to actually talk him into it. He takes everyone out for drinks at Mandalay Bay while I get text messages telling me how much fun everyone is having being out with him while I'm running my ass off behind the bar and end up ringing $1,500.00 in sales (a normal night would be around $800.00. However it's a pretty normal night in tips).
FRIDAY: Nueve calls me from outside Kingman to inform me her car has broken down on the way home from Vegas and could I please switch shifts with her and come in at 7:00pm so she can come in at 9:00pm to buy a couple of hours to deal with her car. I tell her sure, no problem, however an agent from liquor board comes in with an underage kid at about 8:30pm. The underager looks exactly like someone I know who comes into the bar all the time, he orders the same drink as this person and even calls me down to him by my name so I assume it's this person and serve him. He is the only person I didn't card last night and I receive a citation from the liquor board.
Here endeth hell week. Paul comes home today. Too bad I'm so fucking depressed I don't even want to leave my bed to pick him up from the airport. The good part is, he doesn't believe his mom's lies about the times I've been coming home, and while he's disappointed about the liquor board incident he's being extremely understanding and forgiving about it. It almost makes me feel uncomfortable and I wonder if it had happened to anyone else at the bar, would they have been fired? I'm afraid I'll lose the respect of the employees for this major fuck up. I think I'm taking a little vacation for the next few days.
MONDAY: Arrive in Phoenix from Las Vegas at 11:00pm and immediately take a cab to the bar to close up. I've lost all my money in Vegas so I have to borrow cab fare from a friend. Not 20 minutes after arriving at the bar a customer is robbed at gunpoint in the parking lot and his car is stolen. I spend the rest of the night talking to the cops.
TUESDAY: Go to work at 9:00pm only to be confronted by a completely wasted woman in her late 40's who's in love with my boyfriend. Get called every filthy name in the book. Physically drag her by her wrists outside the bar and tell her never to come back later to realize my arms have gotten all scratched up in the process.
WEDNESDAY: Find out that my boyfriend's mother has been lying to him the entire time he's been out of town telling him I've been coming home at 6:00am every morning implying that I'm either cheating on him or staying at the bar after hours drinking with my friends.
THURSDAY: Everyone else who works at the bar except for myself and Allen the cook arrive in Vegas to party with Paul. After he and I had spent the entire weekend together blowing every cent on nothing but gambling- even after I had asked if maybe we could do something else a little more social, it takes them being there to actually talk him into it. He takes everyone out for drinks at Mandalay Bay while I get text messages telling me how much fun everyone is having being out with him while I'm running my ass off behind the bar and end up ringing $1,500.00 in sales (a normal night would be around $800.00. However it's a pretty normal night in tips).
FRIDAY: Nueve calls me from outside Kingman to inform me her car has broken down on the way home from Vegas and could I please switch shifts with her and come in at 7:00pm so she can come in at 9:00pm to buy a couple of hours to deal with her car. I tell her sure, no problem, however an agent from liquor board comes in with an underage kid at about 8:30pm. The underager looks exactly like someone I know who comes into the bar all the time, he orders the same drink as this person and even calls me down to him by my name so I assume it's this person and serve him. He is the only person I didn't card last night and I receive a citation from the liquor board.
Here endeth hell week. Paul comes home today. Too bad I'm so fucking depressed I don't even want to leave my bed to pick him up from the airport. The good part is, he doesn't believe his mom's lies about the times I've been coming home, and while he's disappointed about the liquor board incident he's being extremely understanding and forgiving about it. It almost makes me feel uncomfortable and I wonder if it had happened to anyone else at the bar, would they have been fired? I'm afraid I'll lose the respect of the employees for this major fuck up. I think I'm taking a little vacation for the next few days.
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