So I'm Working Tonight...
Yeah. This is what I predict for my evening...Tomorrow I will update with what really happens...
I will arrive at 3:30, as per usual on a Saturday night, and it will be business as usual for a while. At 6:00 my back up bartender will arrive, in anticipation of the busy-ness to come.
6:00-9:00 pm: Backup and I will stand around talking shit about what is to happen as the night wears on, since there will be nothing for the extra bartender to do until much later, but she was scheduled super early out of spite by the Management that does not like her.
9:00 pm: The doors will lock and only people who have paid $25 a head will be allowed to stay, for a buffet of dried up slivers of old prime rib drowning in brown gravy so you will supposedly not be able to tell that they are dried up or old. Mashed potatoes, green beans, probably some salad, rolls, the like.
9:05 pm: Karoake with "MisManagement"'s mother will commence, nobody will sing except MM and her mother, because our regular patrons don't like karoake.
9:30 pm: MM will be well on her way to shitface-land, since she is technically working but thinks she is above the law, and can drink on the job...good times.
10:00 pm: We will have way too many wait-staff for the few idiots that actually pay $25 per head for shitty prime rib, and will have to start cutting people (from the floor, not actually cutting them). I will be busy of course, because the shittier the food, the more people want to drink.
11:00 pm: MM will turn into the Gestapo, since she will be 3 sheets to the wind and has little man's syndrome (she's about 5 foot) and be tearing around the bar bossing people around and being an all out bitch.
12:00 pm: Nothing, because MM will be so drunk she won't realize it's midnight, and forget to tell us to pass out champagne and party hats.
2:00 am: I will be desperately trying to get the "last call shuffle" people out the door so I can go home and get some sleep.
Last Call Shuffle: When you are completely shitfaced and even the most hideous hag/dude left in the bar looks super sexy, so you are trying to get them to go home with you (or out to your car, or to your mom's basement, whatever)
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
WISH ME LUCK!
I will arrive at 3:30, as per usual on a Saturday night, and it will be business as usual for a while. At 6:00 my back up bartender will arrive, in anticipation of the busy-ness to come.
6:00-9:00 pm: Backup and I will stand around talking shit about what is to happen as the night wears on, since there will be nothing for the extra bartender to do until much later, but she was scheduled super early out of spite by the Management that does not like her.
9:00 pm: The doors will lock and only people who have paid $25 a head will be allowed to stay, for a buffet of dried up slivers of old prime rib drowning in brown gravy so you will supposedly not be able to tell that they are dried up or old. Mashed potatoes, green beans, probably some salad, rolls, the like.
9:05 pm: Karoake with "MisManagement"'s mother will commence, nobody will sing except MM and her mother, because our regular patrons don't like karoake.
9:30 pm: MM will be well on her way to shitface-land, since she is technically working but thinks she is above the law, and can drink on the job...good times.
10:00 pm: We will have way too many wait-staff for the few idiots that actually pay $25 per head for shitty prime rib, and will have to start cutting people (from the floor, not actually cutting them). I will be busy of course, because the shittier the food, the more people want to drink.
11:00 pm: MM will turn into the Gestapo, since she will be 3 sheets to the wind and has little man's syndrome (she's about 5 foot) and be tearing around the bar bossing people around and being an all out bitch.
12:00 pm: Nothing, because MM will be so drunk she won't realize it's midnight, and forget to tell us to pass out champagne and party hats.
2:00 am: I will be desperately trying to get the "last call shuffle" people out the door so I can go home and get some sleep.
Last Call Shuffle: When you are completely shitfaced and even the most hideous hag/dude left in the bar looks super sexy, so you are trying to get them to go home with you (or out to your car, or to your mom's basement, whatever)
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
WISH ME LUCK!
posted by The Mayor @12/31/2005 11:47:00 AM
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