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Scary, Drunk Lady

Jan 26

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I have this 50+ year old lady that comes into my bar looking for the quickest way to get drunk before her shift. She is a mess. She has her bouffant all ratted up and intact as a result of her using half a can of Aqua Net a day, her frosted lipstick and make-up goop in the corner of her eyes. She could be mistaken for a trashier version of Cruella Deville. I throw up in my mouth a little bit every time I see her. You can tell she’s been a server her whole life and never had any ambition to do anything else. I’ve never seen this woman sober and doubt that she ever has been. She’s old and wrinkled and reeks of a wet ashtray/nursing home.

The worst part about her is that she’s famous for dropping that line, “Oh I’ll take care of you sweetie.” That is a bartender’s nightmare because you know that means that you’re not getting shit for a tip from them. It’s even funnier to me because they truly think they are hooking you up and it’s not even 10%. If you think that’s good then you are obviously doing something wrong because that sucks a donkey’s crooked ball sack!! I’m going to allow my Habeeb cousin to bitch slap this woman with his D if they ever cross paths!!

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Christmas Fun Times

Dec 26

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Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas with us last night. All of you drunken hot messes made my night and I enjoyed getting all of you liquored up. I had fun doing endless shots that you bought me and then being tipped even more to do so. You were a fun crowd and hopefully every single one of you will be back on New Year’s Eve!!  The only bad thing about both those nights was that no one acted stupid enough for me to make fun of and write about…LOL!

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Straight Out the Trailer Park

Dec 21

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So 2 ladies came into my work yesterday and each ordered a beer while 1 of them also got a shot of jager. About 45 minutes go by and the lady who did the shot was asking me for either a mint or a piece of gum because she didn’t want to go down to the courthouse smelling like alcohol. When I said, “Why do you have to go down to the courthouse,” she responded with, “I have to go see if my daughter is in jail because she’s not answering the phone.”Why that would mean she was in jail is unclear to me but I knew I needed to know immediately. After prodding at her for more of the 411 I found out that her daughter was being charged with battery for attacking someone. My immediate thought was who did she attack and why. The mom proceeds to tell me that her daughter is 6 months pregnant. OMG and WTF?!@#$?! She is fighting people while she’s brewing a nugget? The mom decides to go over to the courthouse anyways to check on her daughter.

After about 20 minutes go by, I see the mom and her pregnant daughter walking in the bar. My initial thought is this family is the epitome of trash and the prego daughter is probably going to ask me for a drink. Praying she wouldn’t ask I got right into her business and continued with my never ending questions. I asked, “Who did you attack that you had to go to court?” The daughter answered me with, “Well my brother was with some girl and she took his jacket and wouldn’t give it back to him. He called me to come help him out so I pretended I didn’t care when I talked to the girl and tricked her into coming to pick me up. I set her up and then beat her ass. She started talking shit and my momma taught me to never back down from a fight or take shit from anybody!!” I said, “While you were pregnant? Did you get hurt?” She immediately came back with, “I beat that bitch!!” DANGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! I remember when I acted that way……..when I was 15 and thought I was a badass. Her and her mother apparently have no plans on growing up anytime soon as the mother kept chiming in that she loves to fight people too and that her daughter gets it from her.

She continued to talk ghetto as she was getting riled up so I moved the conversation along and asked, “Are you excited about your pregnancy? Is it your first?” What I heard next was SHOCKING!! She came at me with (HAHAHAHAHA….I can barely type this without dying of laughter), “Well at first I wasn’t but now I am. Me and my girlfriend got into a fight and I wanted to make her mad so I decided to sleep with a guy. I’ve known him for a long time but he just told me that he was trying to get me pregnant so he cut a hole in the condom so he could have a kid with me. He admitted to doing this but a couple days ago started saying that it’s not his. That don’t matter because me and my girlfriend are going to raise it and I don’t want him around at all.” The mother adds in, “Yeah and I know his mom so he is going to take care of this baby because we all know each and have for a long time.” Confused and trying to process this information the conversation goes on. The daughter adds, “Yeah me and my girlfriend are back together now though. We’ve been together for 4 years now and I’m so in love with her. We just got a house and we’re bout to get our GED’s in January. We read the book just gotta take the test!!”  The enthusiasm in her voice made it very clear that these were her aspirations and they didn’t go far beyond that.  The mother continued her bitching with, “Yeah and I want to beat her girlfriends ass but I don’t cause of my daughter. She puts her hands on my daughter and pushes her while she’s pregnant and I can’t even touch her…..that bitch.” HOLY HELL….WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD?????

When these people walked into the bar I didn’t know this is what I was going to get, especially at 3pm. Stories like these are what make my job so interesting. It makes me excited to go to work in hopes that I can hear this ridiculousness. That entire family is on my prayer list and I hope that nugget can get as far away as possible before it ends up crazy like the rest of them. My fingers are crossed!! At the same time though I hope they come back soon with some more of their drama for me to laugh at!!

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Steve Sucks

Dec 9

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I KICKED STEVE’S ASS IN POOL TONIGHT…….BIOTTCCHHHHHHHH!!!!

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Chris Like I’ve Never Seen Him

Nov 20

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totally drunkWednesday is the day that Tammy and Mikey always come up to my work to have some cocktails. They stayed later than usual and were still there when I got off. Not seeing Tammy in a couple of weeks I decided to stay and have a drink to socialize for a little bit before going home and cooking dinner. I think it was Tammy that suggested getting a pizza delivered to the bar and I of course was unable to turn down my favorite food. After eating the first piece I was already filling up since the slices are on steroids when Tammy presented me with what you could call a “dare.” If I could eat 2 pieces at once she would get me a shot. How could I turn that down? Barely accomplishing the task at hand we all got a shot followed by another drink. Now I had wanted to go home but was having fun with my friends.

We continued to drink but kept it at a steady pace because I wasn’t looking to get drunk by any means. We were laughing, taking pictures and having a good time when Tammy called Ryan and all of the sudden he was there to pick her up. Mikey and I continued to stay there only to start talking to these 2 guys that were sitting next to us. We got talking and eventually ended up playing mega touch. Sitting there minding my business, Chris crawls up on the bar and is in my face trying to make his move. Confused by his actions I demanded he get down even though he was just goofing off….so I thought.

Now we are allowed to drink while we work as long as we can still do our job. DO OUR JOB being the key words of my previous statement. One of the regulars had bought Chris, himself and me a shot. Chris seemed to be functioning fine and I wasn’t really sure how much he had been drinking prior to that shot. It wasn’t until he bent down to reach one of the liquor bottles in the bottom of the freezer, tipped over and was unable to get up without a little assistance. I questioned him but he said he was fine. With MIkey stepping out for a moment I continued drinking my beer and went back to playing my mega touch. 3 games in some of the people at the bar were asking me to make their drinks. When I asked why they simply said that Chris wasn’t after being asked repeatedly. Now realizing he was drunk I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was a little tipsy and wasn’t working but also didn’t want to compromise the guests and have them unhappy.

I contemplated whether I should help out but quickly decided it was the only option at the time that made sense to me. Deciding to go behind the bar and make drinks for everyone that was asking for them, the only task I gave Chris was to ring them in. Watching him closely and making sure he was doing it right I realized he could barely stand on his own 2 feet. I was trying to help him do his closing duties and was in the kitchen soaking the bar mats. All of the sudden he comes back there and rips his shirt off. Trying to figure out what the hell is going through his head, I brush past him trying to escape his insaneness. He followed me out to the bar and started swinging his shirt around his head. As everyone seemed to be cheering and laughing uncontrollably he still would not leave me alone. Following me around, hugging on me and trying a little more than that, I was able to break free and tried to put his shirt back on him. It was like trying to dress a child who didn’t understand the concept of putting their arms through the holes.

Trying to get everyone cashed out and out the door was almost impossible as well. Chris was entertaining and apparently didn’t want to listen to me when I told him to get everyone out. I gave everyone 1 minute to leave as I pushed them out the door to lock up. My friend Mikey stayed behind because I was driving him but another guy stayed back as well. Considering it was Chris’s shift and responsibility to get rid of people including me, I let the guy stay just praying for this night to end. The guy started wiping down the tables and bar top as I ran the checkout and tried getting the drawer straightened out. Turning Chris down for the hundredth time he finally walked in the back where I thought that he was using the bathroom. All of the sudden I see him out front sitting on one of the tables. As I walked outside to let him back in his girlfriend was walking up making the situation that much more uncomfortable. Trying to avoid that drama I finished the drawer, asked if he needed help with anything else but instead was interrupted by the girlfriend with, “We are fine. We got it from here!” No trying to step on any toes I left.

The next day I got a call asking what exactly happened the night before. After doing a quick run-down of the entire night I found out that Chris left one of the front doors unlocked, never set the alarm and shut off one of the breakers to the computers. It’s sad to say that Chris no longer works with us but hopefully he is doing well.

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Scared To Death

Nov 14

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robberOne week ago today was one of the scariest nights I’ve had in an extremely long time. I had worked that night and didn’t get home until around 3am. I immediately got into the shower and then had a snack to hold me over until breakfast. It’s usually around 3:30am before I get into bed and 4am before I start falling asleep. I had started to fall into a deep sleep when my doorbell started ringing non-stop, my door was being beat down and someone was trying to use the knob to get in. It startled my ass right awake and scared the shit out of me.

I tried calling the Sheriff’s Department when the call would not go through; go figure I need the police and can’t reach them. I tried calling a friend that lives right by me but failed to reach them as well. As the doorbell continued to be rang, the non-stop knocking grew louder and the door handle seemed as if it were going to fall off, I had no choice but to call 911. I was scared for my life at this point, grabbed a knife and my mace as they were my only hope for protection at that time.

At this point this has been going on for 10 minutes non-stop and the fear continues to grow. I tip-toed over to the door only to see the figure of a male but could not see their face as they were bent over with their face fixated on the door handle. It almost looked as if they were trying to break the lock but there was no noise to justify what I thought was happening. The woman on the other end of the line was insisting that I yell out to the person but she apparently was new to the job because what woman in her right mind would yell out to some random man at their door to let them know that a woman was on the other side? I refused to do so as she continued to ask questions that I found ridiculous. She asked, “Do you have any ex-boyfriends that might be banging on the door?” I replied with, “No!” when she came back with, “Are you sure?” “Ummm yeah, I’m sure” was my response. Then she moved onto the question, “Do you have any friends or family members that it could be?” I again replied with, “No!” when again she came back with, “Are you sure?” Again I said, “Ummm yeah, I’m sure!” This woman apparently didn’t think I was in the right state of mind to give the correct answer the first time I was asked.

Questioning where the police were as it seemed like an eternity that our conversation was going on, the commotion at the front door ended. She remained on the phone until the police arrived about 4 minutes later. When I said the police were at the door, she hung up. It turned out to be one officer who stood 5’4” on a good day and looked about 20 years old. All I was thinking was, “Couldn’t they at least send a grown up cop?” As he pretended that the whole situation was not very important, I grew angry with the man-child that was standing before me. Still scared and shocked at the entire situation the cop said some smart ass remark when I yelled, “You don’t have to be such a smart ass!” He assured me he saw no one lurking around and was constantly driving through my community. Scared to go to sleep I didn’t go to bed until 8 or 9am when the sun came up and I could no longer keep my eyes open. It wasn’t until 4 days later I found out that it was my friend Mikey who got dropped off at the wrong apartment and had lost his phone so he was unable to warn me that it was him.

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Bitch Better GET My Money

Nov 9

Posted by Walkerton in Money, My Life, People I Come Across, What Are People Thinking?! | 1 Comment

dine and dashSo some red-haired mop-headed bitch comes into my bar last night. She orders a glass of wine and some garlic knots. She finished the 1 glass and asked for another. I poured it for her but seemed a little hesitant. She then asked, “Do you take American Express or Discover?” I responded, “We don’t take American Express but we do take the Discover.” She replied with a simple, “O…okay.” She proceeded to ask for a small pepperoni pizza. I rang it in and go about my job. It comes out and she only eats 2 pieces of it before she gets up to go to the bathroom. At some point she got a Coors Light bottle from the other bartender. Something wasn’t setting well with me when I saw that beer sitting there but I couldn’t pinpoint it. The owner happened to be right at the front door and I asked her to watch the lady until I could get up there. Sure enough she pretended to go to the bathroom and then turned and walked outside. The owner followed right behind her making it very obvious we were watching her. She was “on the phone” when she supposedly told the person she would call them back. She walked back in and went and sat back in her seat at the bar.

I knew I had a bad feeling about this woman so I refused to go back behind the bar and kept myself posted at the front door. Sure enough 1 minute later she comes up by the front door and says, “Have you guys found a phone? I lost it and I don’t know where it is. I’m going to go look in my car.” The owner says, “I just watched you put it in your purse when you were just up here.” “No, no I have 2 phones and I can’t find the other one.”  I said, “If you need to go out to your car to check then I need to take a credit card from you.” This being said as she was walking out the front door…again. She pretended to have a confused look on her face and said she would just look later. She walked back in and sat back down in her seat….again.

Me keeping myself at the host stand guarding the door she comes back a third time. She says, “I gave a credit card to the other bartender” as she proceeds to walk out. I run to the bar yelling the other bartenders name and demand he runs that card ASAP! I said, “Just do it, I’ll tell you why later!!” He says it’s no good just as I suspected. The owner is already chasing this woman down as I’m running not far behind. The woman gave a fake card, was in her car and had her reverse lights on when we got to her. The owner knocks on her car window as I’m copying her license plate number, make, model and color of her car. The owner is demanding she come back in and pay her tab before we call the cops. She made it clear that I had already copied her license plate and was prepared to turn her in for fraud. The lady puts her car in park and says, “I wasn’t leaving.” Ummmm your reverse lights were on BITCH! All of the sudden it clicks!! This bitch walked out on her tab 3 weeks ago. The woman comes back in and the owner and I tag team her ass.

She tries saying that she comes in all the time with her kids, then she says that her kid (singular) is a server and that she would never do that and then she has no money. Nothing she was saying was making any sense. The owner continued to tell her, “I don’t like when people lie to me and that is what you are doing. You need to call someone to bring you money or you can use the ATM machine but you are not leaving here without paying your tab so you better figure something out.” I added, “Where’s your Discover credit card?”She says, Huh?” I replied, “You asked me earlier if we took that credit card but you have given us 2 fake cards that were both Visa’s. You obviously were lying to me too because you never gave us a Discover and I don’t appreciate it either. And I’m 95% sure you’re the same one that walked out on your tab 3 weeks ago. I know with every bone in my body that it was you!!!” She comes back with, “You know it’s me or you think it’s me?” Knowing it was her I wanted to physically assault this woman by beating her ass into the ground. I said, “Yeah, it was you!! And you’re welcome for paying for your tab 3 weeks ago because I was the one that had to pay it!!” The owner is standing there continuing to tell her to figure something out or she is going to call the police. She then says, “This is all the money I have” as she pulls out $14. “Can’t you just take all my information and I can come back and pay you?” The owner replies with, “NO! You better call someone. I don’t care who it is.” The woman says that she doesn’t have her phone that we know is in her purse so we dial the number for her and let her use ours.

The owner asked if I had it, meaning that I could handle the situation from here so she could cash out some of the servers. I stood there glaring at this woman as she tried whispering on the phone. She hung up and asked, “Where do you want me to go?” I said, “You can go sit down over there” pointing back over to the bar.

The woman went and sat back in the seat she had been sitting in as I sat at the bar across from her. The other bartender had been working without me this whole time as I was trying to take care of the situation. He was getting a little busy but I didn’t want to take my eye off this bitch. I finally got Ryan to keep an eye on her. He works there as well but was up there drinking since it was his day-off. I went back behind the bar and tried to help out to get caught back up. Everyone at the bar now aware of the situation just kept watching me as they were quite scared of me. They had never seen me this pissed off but understand why. After 5 minutes of being back behind the bar and this bitch still waiting on someone to come up with some money to pay her tab, she has the audacity to ask, “Can I get a to go box?” I glared at her and responded with, “YEAH, WHEN I GET MY MONEY!!!” Was that a joke? This bitch has me running around babysitting her ass and thinks I’m going to allow her to take her food home.

Some guy ends up coming and paying her tab about 30 minutes later. All I know is that I will never forget that woman’s face. I don’t care if she shave’s her head bald because I have her memorized. I hope that something horrible and tragic happens in her life because what she tried to pull is one of the most unethical things a human being can do. If you can’t afford to pay your tab and know that you can’t before you start ordering everything then TAKE YOUR ASS HOME!! If you can’t afford to tip, then go home because that is a part of the going out to eat experience as well. Bitch…I hope you rot in hell!! What goes around comes around and you have it coming to you tenfold!!

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Bo Needs A Sucker Punch

Nov 6

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Bo, you have officially lost your mind! You were a hot mess last night but I do have to say that I’m glad no markings on the knees. I still owe you a sucker-punch to your ball sack to make up for you throwing that dirty ass bug juice invested rag at me. I’m going to get you when you least expect it so watch your back Dumbo ears.

As for your comment on Facebook, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….I’m thinking that you’re not too accurate on the statement you made. How could that be true when you dry hump my right leg without permission? It’s one thing if you asked but you didn’t. Maybe you can spend this week gaining some composure and thinking about your actions and then we will see how much you’ve improved by next Thursday.

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I Will Cut My Ears Off

Nov 4

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Can someone please tell me a better story than, “There was this time I went to a bar in West Palm and wanted a lime in my drink. The bartender put in a lemon and I hate lemons.” – The End.

It’s almost as good as the one that goes, “I think your breathalyzer machine is lower than it should be because I think I’m more drunk than it tells me I am. What do you think?” Someone chimes in, “I think it says you’re drunker than you are.” He responds, “Well I guess its right in the middle then.” – The End

Don’t you love when people say pointless things and you wonder why the hell they would even waste their breath on making such a lame statement? Attention Meghan and Abe, if you come at me with another dumb story and/or convo again, I’m going to be forced to reconsider our friendships!! Dear God I almost sliced off my ears after hearing the above statements today. Love you both ;)

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Scary Monday Nights

Nov 3

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beer pongI officially hate working Monday nights! I don’t feel safe and I’m stuck dealing with the entire population of weirdo’s all by myself.  I first have these 2 numbskulls come in that seem pretty normal. They start out drinking some beers and I bullshitted with them for a little bit. They mentioned beer pong and I asked if they wanted to play knowing that we had a beer pong table in the back. They got super excited when I busted it out; they played the first round and I called winner.

When it came time for me to play, I was drinking vodka so I filled the cups with water and took a sip of my drink when the other guy made it one of my cups. After I beat this guy’s ass in the game they both switched from beer and started drinking what I was. I made one guy 2 of them and the other guy only had one. After finishing their drinks they sat there for about half an hour getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Thank God Shannon and Meghan came in because they saved me. As their creepiness got worse I had tunnel vision on the girls trying to avoid dealing with them at all costs. They had random outbursts and kept giving creepy stares that all women hate. I gave them some waters and their bill at their request. They looked at it and let it sit there for 20-30 minutes. One of the guys said goodbye, left and I thought he was gone for good while the other stayed behind to pay the bill. 10 minutes later, the guy that left came back in but sat on the opposite side of the bar from his friend. What was that about? I asked if he needed anything but he said he was fine.

The 2 guys never talked. The one that stayed behind to pay the bill walked out after 5 minutes of his friend’s return. I said, “Hey, your friend just left. Is he okay?” The guy said, “He’s fine.” Me trying to get them to leave for good I replied, “I think you should go check on your friend because I’m not sure he’s okay.” The guy continued to sit there for a minute or 2, turned and jogged out to the parking lot to his friend. Shannon, Meghan and I were completely creped out and confused by their actions. What were these guys doing and what were their intentions?! Keeping my fingers crossed, I prayed they would then leave. After watching them in the parking lot for another 10 minutes, they got into their cars to leave. The scariest part was not the one who paid the bill because he simply drove off but the one that left and returned pulled out, stopped in front of the door to the bar which was open, stared in for a solid 10-15 seconds before I moved out of his line of sight. He then drove off. WTF? Matt if you are reading this, I don’t want to work Mondays if it means me closing by myself. I think they wanted to murder me and the only thing that saved my life was the presence of Shannon and Meghan. Thank God for new friends who go to the bar on Monday nights!!

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Shut Up Already

Oct 29

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shut upWhat is up with people who can never shut the hell up? I’m so sick of people who are constantly rambling on about nothing of interest with their voice getting progressively louder as if I can’t already hear them screaming whatever the hell they are babbling about. You would think that people would get the picture when I walk away from them. Obviously this is the clearest sign I could give any individual that I no longer want to hear the words that are coming out of their mouth. My ears are on the verge of bleeding and your voice makes me want to either jab a fork into my eye or make out with Gary Busey.; both extremely painful to do but well worth it if it means your voice not being heard anymore. I would even consider blowing a llama… Just stop talking!

The thing is, is that I thought these people were really nice but apparently not when they are slowing torturing me. I might be forced to tackle there asses to the ground and stuff my sweaty socks down their throats in hopes of them losing all access to any available oxygen in the near vicinity and passing out. Upon them gaining consciousness I must immediately explain that I would rather they never speak to me again. You can’t tell me that they have gotten this far in their lives without ANYONE ever telling them to work more on their listening skills and to shut their pie hole?!

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Bo Sleeps With Puerto Rican Hot Mess

Oct 19

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Bo is one of our door guys who will fill in when we need him. He comes to the bar and hangs out on Thursday nights but I was never expecting what I saw. There was this Puerto Rican hot mess that was so drunk she could barely put one foot right in front of the other. Anyone who knows me knows how much I hate slop-tarts. I would have cut her off earlier but she went from 1 to 60 in a matter of minutes it seemed. She somehow caught eyes with Bo as she stumbled over to his side. Chief sitting right there had no choice but to play the wing-man for her friend.

She started out trying to bat her eyes but was unsuccessful as she wasn’t able to keep them open. She then decided to try the next best strategy, dry-humping him and begging him to sleep with her. Wow, what a WHORE! Even though Bo acted as if he was turned-off by her, secretly I think he liked it. The only reason I say this is because they were standing by the bar one minute and the next thing I know they were gone. About 20 minutes go by before Bo and Chief come back in with scuff marks, grass strains and also seemed to be extra sweaty. Now I’m not going to say what happened for sure as I was not there (Thank God), but Bo does have a Tonka truck with a bed long enough to lay pipe in it comfortably.  Bo thinks I’m full of shit but I’m just stating the facts as I see them.

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Heather Could Be A 1 Woman Show

Oct 18

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pour testIt being busy when I came into work didn’t give me any time to do my pour test until after we closed. It was about 2:50am when I started but I was also learning some new pour techniques as well. While doing this, some lunatic whom we could only assume was a drunken slop-tart comes banging on the front door. All of our heads turn to realize that it’s good old Heather coming to play with us!! We were just bullshitting around until Heather kept reminding us of how late it was. Thanks Heather!

Bo and I go to walk out while Matt follows behind as we were finishing our conversation. We ended up standing out there for another 10-15 minutes leaving Heather inside. All of the sudden she flings the front door open and yells, “Really, can we leave yet? I was taking a shit for 10 minutes and you weren’t even looking for me!” All of us standing there in utter shock of what was just yelled busted out laughing. I literally thought I was having contractions it hurt so bad from laughing and wondering who would want to find her taking a shit?! Matt says, “What are you talking about?” She says, “I figured you would have came back inside by now wondering where I was and you weren’t even looking for me!! Let’s GO!” LMFAO, WTF and OMG all in one. Heather…you are officially a funny human being and we need to start hanging out immediately!

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Ladies Night

Oct 17

Posted by Walkerton in My Life, People I Come Across | 5 Comments

man bear pigI’m not going to lie, there are some manly looking woman that show up to ladies night. I don’t come in until 10pm but 4 hours is way too long to be exposed to them. They are the epitome of trash and I hate having to be anywhere near them. The reason I can’t stand them is because they are there all night sucking down the free drinks without EVER tipping. That irritates the shit out of me…you can’t even fork over a $1? They expect top service just because they’re in there all the time. Go to hell! We don’t even like your stank asses!!

Now I understand I’m the “new” girl and the women of course prefer Matt to be making their drinks so they can have 15 seconds to flirt with his studly ass but some of them get irritated when they have no choice but for me to make their drink. Not many, but some. If they want to wait for Matt I have no problem with that!

This man-bear-pig she-man comes up to the side of the bar where Matt usually is only to be disappointed that I’m the only one bartending at the time. I’m in the middle of making a drink for someone when she snorts out, “Where’s Matt at?” I replied with, “I don’t know” while handing off one drink and starting to make a couple of shots for someone else. She then spits out, “Well I want him to make my drink” with a manly sigh following those words. I simply say, “It’s only me right now” as she turns her head away not wanting to listen to what I have to sayvodka and cranberry at this point. Apparently she thinks I’m incapable of pouring her vodka and cranberry. I walk away to serve the rest of the people waiting to get their drinks made as she throws a fit and shakes her glass in the air. Ummm, did she just forget that she told me she wanted Matt to make her drink? I always aim to please my guests so I told her, “I guess you’re going to have to wait for him to come back behind the bar.”

Throwing a tantrum, she runs to the bouncer complaining about me, calling me every name in the book, telling everyone she “fxxxing hates me” and requesting he go get Matt. True story? Do you think he is going to leave the front door where he is doing HIS job to go in the back for you? Maybe next week you’ll come to realize that I make a vodka and cranberry the exact same way that Matt and every other bartender in the world does! AND FYI, when you’re nice to me, I’m nice to you!!

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Sick of Being Sick

Oct 11

Posted by Walkerton in My Life | 4 Comments

I’m officially sicker than shit and want to get better immediately. I haven’t left my house and I’m going a little stir crazy. I tried to work last night but they ended up having someone come in to finish my shift for me. I feel as if I can barely hear anyone because my head is so congested and if my nose doesn’t stop running I may have to shove a couple of tampons up my nostrils. My reflexes are slacking and my humor has almost gone down the drain. I’m so miserable and no amount of Nyquil can make me feel any better.

The worst part about being sent home last night was when I went out to my car, the battery was dead. WTF? All I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. I instantly called my boyfriend so he could head in my direction to come pick me up and then called my dad to see if he could help out in any way since he is a mechanic. He kept having me do all of these different things to try and diagnose the problem. I’m not exactly sure of what I did but I got it started 2 minutes before Tyler got there. I was a little weary as to driving it home but knew it would do no good leaving it there. My body is run down and now I have to figure out how to deal with this dead battery. I’m so irritated with this car considering everything seems to go wrong with it and I can’t wait to get a new one in January!

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