Umm… hey, well… at least it wasn’t me. I came in to close last night (as usual) and was elated that new chick was slammed with customers on a Sunday afternoon. Simultaneously, I was mentally perishing any thought of taking over the bar from her lest I inherit an evil throng of angry patrons and a pigsty of a bar. As I suspected, both inconvenient suspicions came to bear their weight on my shoulders with monumental force. One such victim signs new chick’s voucher and presents it to me for review. Once again that sucky turd after sucky turd of ratchet-ass patrons have no idea what it is to bartend.
For most hardened, service industry lifers, the the grind eventually devolves in to it’s insidious yet beloved state, where your twenties seemingly overnight give birth to your thirties, and – gulp – beyond. That grind is: a chronic routine of … Continue reading →
Well, it’s news to me. Glad I know. Yes, this is for real. You just can’t make this stuff up folks.