Work Drama...
I get to work yesterday, fully not wanting to be there, but being so close to Christmas gotta make some cash. Man-girl assaulted me as I walked in asking if I wanted to work for her Tues, and being the greedy bitch that I am agreed. Now I regret it, I just want to stay home tonight! Oh well, Santa can be more generous this year...now if I can just find the time to shop!!!
So Metro and his wife, Pebble Beach (thanks, QofWT) were there, she had bartended the day shift cause the other tender was in Redneck City, which is east of Fist City, and didn't want to drive in the ice. After I got clocked in and situated, PB asks me for her usual screwdriver. She was (or seemed) completely sober for a change, probably cause she tended bar all day, so I made her one, the usual light pour.
Metro is playing pool with his worshippers, I say worshippers because there are a bunch of people there that kiss his ass, and since he's clearly starved for attention he soaks it up like a sponge.
About the time the MNF game starts, PB comes up to me behind the bar and says "Metro made me throw my drink out, I'm not allowed to drink here anymore."
Well I'm shocked. We all know that PB is a raging alcholic, but so is Metro. She says, "apparently he's the only one who can drink here!" and bursts into tears and runs off to the kitchen.
Hi, uncomfortable!
Mind you, I have a full bar, I can't run after her, and if I do, Metro will accuse me of taking her side as he has done to another bartender for comforting PB.
He goes storming into the kitchen, comes back out and says to me "I'm the one signing your paychecks, not her!"
Uh, okaaaaay, I'm thinking, "shit, he needs a target apparently" so I say, "you're right, Metro, you're the boss" he loves that shit.
They proceed to go from place to place, office, bar, banquet room, kitchen, screaming at each other!! Hi, full bar!! Everyone hears them but pretends like they don't, I'm frazzled by this point, cause it's kind of like having your drunken parents fighting in front of your friends.
Flash forward, PB goes home (I assume) and Metro stays and gets shitfaced. He takes a $100 draw and leaves.
Phew.
About 5 minutes after he left, I had to cut off 40MOBR's friend, Roxanne cause she was hammered and she proceeds to talk shit to me. I warn her she will be asked to leave, she does not heed my warnings, so I have Man-girl remove her physically from the bar. Another fun filled evening.
But wait...
Metro is back, looking a little less drunk (hmmmm) and starts telling me how much money it takes to open each day, how much he has to make per month to break even, yada yada...like I even care or need to know this shit? Then he gets another
$100 draw from me, for "Burgerville" apparently. You do the math.
Then a couple guys at the end of the bar were teasing each other about being gay (one is closeted, I think) and Metro says to me "You're a gorgeous woman, I just don't get the men liking men thing."
W.T.F.? Seriously, does this make any sense??
Needless to say, I'm emotionally bankrupt by the time this night is over...
So Metro and his wife, Pebble Beach (thanks, QofWT) were there, she had bartended the day shift cause the other tender was in Redneck City, which is east of Fist City, and didn't want to drive in the ice. After I got clocked in and situated, PB asks me for her usual screwdriver. She was (or seemed) completely sober for a change, probably cause she tended bar all day, so I made her one, the usual light pour.
Metro is playing pool with his worshippers, I say worshippers because there are a bunch of people there that kiss his ass, and since he's clearly starved for attention he soaks it up like a sponge.
About the time the MNF game starts, PB comes up to me behind the bar and says "Metro made me throw my drink out, I'm not allowed to drink here anymore."
Well I'm shocked. We all know that PB is a raging alcholic, but so is Metro. She says, "apparently he's the only one who can drink here!" and bursts into tears and runs off to the kitchen.
Hi, uncomfortable!
Mind you, I have a full bar, I can't run after her, and if I do, Metro will accuse me of taking her side as he has done to another bartender for comforting PB.
He goes storming into the kitchen, comes back out and says to me "I'm the one signing your paychecks, not her!"
Uh, okaaaaay, I'm thinking, "shit, he needs a target apparently" so I say, "you're right, Metro, you're the boss" he loves that shit.
They proceed to go from place to place, office, bar, banquet room, kitchen, screaming at each other!! Hi, full bar!! Everyone hears them but pretends like they don't, I'm frazzled by this point, cause it's kind of like having your drunken parents fighting in front of your friends.
Flash forward, PB goes home (I assume) and Metro stays and gets shitfaced. He takes a $100 draw and leaves.
Phew.
About 5 minutes after he left, I had to cut off 40MOBR's friend, Roxanne cause she was hammered and she proceeds to talk shit to me. I warn her she will be asked to leave, she does not heed my warnings, so I have Man-girl remove her physically from the bar. Another fun filled evening.
But wait...
Metro is back, looking a little less drunk (hmmmm) and starts telling me how much money it takes to open each day, how much he has to make per month to break even, yada yada...like I even care or need to know this shit? Then he gets another
$100 draw from me, for "Burgerville" apparently. You do the math.
Then a couple guys at the end of the bar were teasing each other about being gay (one is closeted, I think) and Metro says to me "You're a gorgeous woman, I just don't get the men liking men thing."
W.T.F.? Seriously, does this make any sense??
Needless to say, I'm emotionally bankrupt by the time this night is over...
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"Hi, uncomfortable" has slayed me. I love that image.
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