So I got the job at this Billiards place. I started Thursday Karaoke night, and ran my fucking ass off while being bossed around by my new bitch boss. The Karaoke line-up consisted of four people, including the DJ, who all sucked shitty titty. Think of like 8 cats caterwalling outside your bedroom window at 5 in the morning, and this doesn't even come minutely CLOSE to how fucking bad these people were. One drunk fuck totally destroyed Johnny Cash's I Walk The Line. Bah! But the DJ redeemed himself by singing a couple of David Bowie songs at the end of the night, and then leaned over as I was going round for last call, and asked me if he should put on some Bauhaus. Fuckin A, I replied.
Worked again tonight. Nothing exciting just a couple of poker tournys, a dozen or so cheap as shit annoying, fucking yuppy teenagers, and a 50-year old regular who is evidently intrigued by my manner of dress, and spends his whole night, sitting at the bar, watching me.
I have also been summarily encouraged by the owner to drink on the job. It's good for business, he says. Hm.
Worked again tonight. Nothing exciting just a couple of poker tournys, a dozen or so cheap as shit annoying, fucking yuppy teenagers, and a 50-year old regular who is evidently intrigued by my manner of dress, and spends his whole night, sitting at the bar, watching me.
I have also been summarily encouraged by the owner to drink on the job. It's good for business, he says. Hm.
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Holy simultaneos posts batman....
[Edited on Mar 30, 2005 3:41PM]
Gothy sailing instructor? That's brilliant, and sexy in that gothy aquatic athlete sort of way - hmmm, is there a way that's specifically goth aquatic athlete? Maybe I'm thinking too much here.