Where was I?
Oh, yes...
Last night:
Maybe I should say first that I really love working at the club. Truly I do. I like the people and the noise and the dark... and, well... the girls.
But dude got on my last nerve. I know that we're in business because of the customers. And I know that, occasionally, we'll get some that are a little creepy. But this dude was something else. He kept claiming he was OSBI (Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation) and that he was undercover trying to expose a drug ring being run from our club. Riiight. For one, you don't tell the guy working the door (most likely lookout) that you're undercover. Secondly, you don't get absolutely smashed. Third... you don't show your Air Force ID.
Dude kept bugging me, telling me that another customer (female) was harassing him. I didn't really believe him so I sent the manager to check it out. Turned out, surprise surprise, that it was the other way around. I kicked dude out.
He tried to come back in three times. I finally told him to take a hike and call his supervisor to get some uniform units out there to arrest the alleged drug dealers. No one showed.
Oh, yes...
Last night:
Maybe I should say first that I really love working at the club. Truly I do. I like the people and the noise and the dark... and, well... the girls.
But dude got on my last nerve. I know that we're in business because of the customers. And I know that, occasionally, we'll get some that are a little creepy. But this dude was something else. He kept claiming he was OSBI (Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation) and that he was undercover trying to expose a drug ring being run from our club. Riiight. For one, you don't tell the guy working the door (most likely lookout) that you're undercover. Secondly, you don't get absolutely smashed. Third... you don't show your Air Force ID.
Dude kept bugging me, telling me that another customer (female) was harassing him. I didn't really believe him so I sent the manager to check it out. Turned out, surprise surprise, that it was the other way around. I kicked dude out.
He tried to come back in three times. I finally told him to take a hike and call his supervisor to get some uniform units out there to arrest the alleged drug dealers. No one showed.
That's a cool job though I'm sure you get some serious good stories.
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I'm also the cook. They split us between the kitchen, bar back and door. 'cause kitchen makes no tips, door makes only a few, and bar back rakes them in.
But I love it. Wouldn't trade it, not even for the sleep I'm missing out on.