Dear Annoying Cunt...
Oh yes, you thought you could come up in here and get a job and be instantly part of the "family" did ya? Well, you were wrong. Let me count the ways...
You're nineteen. Don't walk behind my bar repeatedly using it for a shortcut. First of all, you are underage, second of all, it's my bar.
Yes, we all fuck with each other from time to time, but remember, we've been working together for years, and when two employees are trading insulting barbs between each other, you make the mistake of joining in and insulting the people that are: not talking to you anyway; don't really like you. Not so smart move.
When you come back to the bar and ask me how to ring up an Absolut Cosmo, and I tell you, and you say you need one: don't leave out the part about it being on the rocks; and don't say, "It's on the ROCKS, Sweetie!" when you come to pick it up and it's not. First of all, I'm not the dumbshit that left that part out, and second of all, you're nineteen, I'm the bartender, don't tell me how to do my job, it was your fuckup, not mine.
And finally, when someone compliments me on my drink-building style (which is fabulous, if I do say so) don't tell them, "Gawd, don't make her head any bigger than it already is!" Cause now you've done pissed me right off, and I'm one of people's shit list you don't want to be on, Sweetie...
Be thankful you got fired before I had the chance to make your life a living hell...
Use this knowledge in your next job, maybe you can keep it for longer than a month...
Sincerely,
The Mayor
You're nineteen. Don't walk behind my bar repeatedly using it for a shortcut. First of all, you are underage, second of all, it's my bar.
Yes, we all fuck with each other from time to time, but remember, we've been working together for years, and when two employees are trading insulting barbs between each other, you make the mistake of joining in and insulting the people that are: not talking to you anyway; don't really like you. Not so smart move.
When you come back to the bar and ask me how to ring up an Absolut Cosmo, and I tell you, and you say you need one: don't leave out the part about it being on the rocks; and don't say, "It's on the ROCKS, Sweetie!" when you come to pick it up and it's not. First of all, I'm not the dumbshit that left that part out, and second of all, you're nineteen, I'm the bartender, don't tell me how to do my job, it was your fuckup, not mine.
And finally, when someone compliments me on my drink-building style (which is fabulous, if I do say so) don't tell them, "Gawd, don't make her head any bigger than it already is!" Cause now you've done pissed me right off, and I'm one of people's shit list you don't want to be on, Sweetie...
Be thankful you got fired before I had the chance to make your life a living hell...
Use this knowledge in your next job, maybe you can keep it for longer than a month...
Sincerely,
The Mayor
posted by The Mayor @3/07/2006 02:43:00 PM
6 Comments:
Drinks are on the house...right?
I REALLY REALLY wish I could come have a drink at your bar...
Mike: If you can find my bar and actually show up, yes, I'll buy your drinks!
Nihilistic: Same goes for you, Sir!
LF: Some dumb bitch that was waitressing in the restaurant for about a minute. She got fired by the manager for (shocker of all shockers) not doing her fucking job! I guess she was too busy trying to fit in, but she ended up alienating herself even more...boo fucking hoo!!(to coin a phrase I read on your blog!)
Buahahahahaha!
Oooh, you're bringing back so many memories for me!
I hated anyone behind my bar, let alone a rookie, thinking she was smarter than me.
Too bad she got fired though, I would've enjoyed hearing more stories about her. LOL...
wait til she joins in and calls you a skank! like the old barwhore you kicked out.
I know I commented on this but obviously you haven't allowed it and/or you didn't like what I wrote....hmmmmm......
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