I love how people can be ruthless with each other. I was riding the bus to my job and my stop was approaching. I heard a ding, but the bus driver lady was talking loudly to her friend seating behind her. I dinged it too. The man and I both missed our stop anyway. We both dinged it within seconds after passing the stop. She stopped a block away from the place we wanted off. I was a little annoyed. I was annoyed enough that when they man said, "Hey, I dinged that for the stop back there," I said, "Yea, me too." The bus driver said, "Oh my, I'm sorry, that's what I get for yacking away and not listening!" That was satisfying to me. I got an apology, whatever, everyone makes mistakes. The man, who was first off the bus and looked like he was in a hurry, decided to stop and stare at the bus driver until the last passenger was off (apparently several of us wanted off) and said, "I'm reporting this to CityBus, I hope they fire you!"
Really? People be nice, its not like you've never fucked up.
Me: Did we say we'd hang out on Wednesday? Him: hmmmmm "Uh.. wow, maybe I'm confusing things, nevermind." "Sorry that was my attempt @ being funny. I thought we could go for Mexican food." "Ok, that sounds good, for a minute I was concerned on how to describe my sanity level." "Hmmmmm" (pause) Him: "I'm intrigued on how you describe your sanity level." "Well, I'm a little psychotic, but that's only in the mornings when I haven't had coffee or at night when I'm blacking out, but that's the fun psycho. "At least we are on the same page." "Haha, ok thank goodness." (pause for 30 minutes or so) Him: "How do you take your coffee? Cream and sugar or black?" "Why are you planning on serving me coffee at some point?" "You never know." "Cream and sugar... unless in a pinch, and then whatever is available. you?" "Cream and sugar, maybe some bailey's if available."
I'm currently reading the book Waiter Rant. "The Waiter" writes about how it is for a waiter/waitress to take a Friday or Saturday off. I'm taking this Friday off for Amanda's birthday. When I told her, literal tears came to her eyes. She's a former waitress and knew how much it was for me to take off work on a Friday. If I take a Friday off for you thats 200 dollars I won't have come Monday.
I thought that, until I saw my schedule. Apparently, my boss decided to keep my income the same. Even though I'm taking off Friday evening, I'm working Friday day bar. That means my income for Friday is more than halved, but I still have something. He then provided me with a bartending gig on Saturday, making my income more than if I worked as a server.
If you work at some place fancy like "The Bistro" in Waiter Rant, then you depend on just the Friday and Saturday to pull you through. If you work at "The Pub" like I do, and your boss allows you to learn the bartending trade, then you can sometimes take off a Friday and Saturday and it won't hurt you because you get the ever elusive bartending shift on Friday or Saturday. If you don't get the bartending shift, then yea, you are screwed.
Here is how "The Pub" works: Friday you have the following possible options to work. 1. Day Bar = a lot of bitch work for the night bar people. Your job is to get fruit ready, squeeze juice (unless you are lucky enough to have a bar that doesn't require 'fresh squeezed' stuff), clean glassware, wait on tables, make cocktails (it's five o'clock somewhere on Friday) and carry all incoming beer stock upstairs to the liquor closet. You get usually 50 - 70 bucks in tips. Best part = getting paid 7.00 an hour to do it. Very best part = you usually are completely done by 7 o'clock leaving your entire Friday night free.
2. Day server/ 1st off = Somewhat of a bitch shift as well. You are scheduled 10am - 2pm for Friday lunch. You usually make about 20 bucks. Then you are off until 5pm. At that time you come back for 5 to 1st off shift. This shift is interesting. At 4:30pm everyone decides they are done for the day and they start coming in to The Pub. The Day bar catches a lot of these tables but usually by the time you get there, they are willing to let you have anything else that comes through the door. Sometimes they even give you some of there tables because they haven't gotten through all of their bitch work or because they have too many to handle. By the time the 6 - 2nd off guy comes in, you are serving half the tables at The Pub allowing you to make a shit-ton of money. Everything that comes in after that has to be split, so the 6 to 2nd guy only has the possibilty of owning 1/4th the tables for a little while until some of yours leaves.
3. 6 to 2nd off = Nicest shift for servers. You get a piece of the Friday dinner crowd but you also get a piece of the night crowd. Your sales are usually around 800 - 900 even during the slow summer. During the Fall they could grow to 1,000 - 1,200. Take 20% of that! The best part, if we slow at all from the time 1am to 3am the boss will cut you and you don't have to close the bar. Usually that person spends the most on booze, because once you are cut, you tend to become one of the customers.
4. 9 to close = Also a good shift, but only because you make money. This shift for a woman sucks. You get the alcoholics, workoholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts (yes, it is Bridget Jones). Most of the time you get really wasted men hitting on you and trying to put their hands anywhere near your body. Luckily, they also think if they hand over lots of cash then you'll stick around them longer. Take the money and run, is my policy. You also have to close, so when the 6-2nd (and sometimes 5-1st) is still drinking at the bar and you want to join them, you can't. Sometimes they are nice and help you, sometimes you are alone. This means putting up all the cars, cleaning up the station, putting up rugs, etc.
5. 6 - close Bar (2 people) = Lots and lots of money. You get paid 5 dollars an hour. You walk away with 300+ bucks in your pocket. You have tons more work at the end to close. You walk back and forth all night and deal with some of the most obnoxious people (aka, servers won't wait on them because they don't tip, so they come to the bar, and you get to wait on them). You rarely deal with food orders. Everyone has to give you a card or money to get their drink. And people have to tip you out.
Saturday only changes a little, you have no day bar, so the bitch shifts don't start until 3pm, and only last until 9pm. Saturday 3 - 1st off serve is one of the worse shifts you can get, you might as well take the night off. 3 - 1st off isn't much better.
This weekend, I took off for Amanda's birthday. I got Friday day bar and I got Saturday night bar. Really, I'm not sacrificing much.
Every Friday and Saturday I work. 50% of the time I get hit on by some drunken idiot. When you slur out "You are the most beautiful girl I've seen," it sounds more like, "UR MOST BEFUTIL GIRL SEEN!" because you are slurring and you seem to think I'm deaf. Believe me, I see through your beer goggles even if you don't.
So even though I talk to many people in a day, I find that I don't really get to know any of them. It's ok. I decided (or so i thought) I didn't want to get to know them.
Curious for me, that when my boyfriend left to go on vacation that I found myself getting to know people. It started with the DJ (you can read that below) and then moved on to another couple. This couple comes into the Sparrow all the time. They are fun to talk to and they make my day go by much quicker when they appear. Last Wednesday I found myself not in the mood to rush home. They were sitting there and I sat down next to them. We all started drinking together and before long I found that I liked the two of them. They have a dog like mine but that has opposite color but the same in breed and height. We decided to get together and have our dogs play.
Thursday came around and I found myself meeting people again. This time it was for the worse. My long time friend Amanda decided that the guy I had to meet was one amazing individual worthy of applause as he walks down the street, in actuality he was one of the most disgusting guys I've seen or met. Not only was he disgusting, but he was harboring under the same misconception that Amanda had of him. Big ego, bad B.O., and bad teeth = Yuck. It was like trying to have a deep meaningful conversation with the mirror in the bathroom. Don't you hate it when the mirror repeats everything you say? I found myself trying to excuse myself, but no luck, Amanda didn't want to be left alone with him. I was stuck. Finally, I convinced her to go home, and for me to go to the local gay bar. Gay bar? Yea, that's right, to meet a straight man who likes to hang out at the gay bar. Why? I have no idea, I'm still trying to figure it out. 30 minutes of the bad karaoke at the gay bar, and I decided to go home.
Friday sucked. I found that my boyfriend arriving home decided that since he was sober for the first time in 7 days that he was ready to "work things out" between us. I have nothing to work out, he has anger issues. Sounds egotistical? You try being thrown into a wall and saying, 'Oh, my bad that was my fault.' So instead of "working things out" he just keeps me on a tighter leash. "You are going to go hang out with Laura? Where?" "At the Black Sparrow." "Just her?" "Yes, and Nicole." "You didn't mention Nicole earlier." "Uh.. Sorry." "Ok, well, you can go but be back by 7" "Is that when my coach turns back into a pumpkin?"
You can imagine the rest.
Saturday I rebelled. I went to a party, told him I'd be back by 8. I got drunk. I flirted ridiculous amounts with the DJ since after 6 PBRs I didn't care what people thought. I played hide and seek the the dark. I had roasted pig. I got home at 11:15. The bad news is my boyfriend's sister and husband were in town. I wanted to be around them, but I just didn't want to be around my boyfriend. I don't think I want to be controlled anymore. I'm kind of a free spirit. How to end a year relationship?
In my small town of 30,000 it seems that there are certain people that everyone wants to sleep with. Some, the reasons are obvious. Others, questionable.
It seems that waitresses and bartenders are the cream of the crop. Maybe its the handing of booze, maybe its just that men/women have a chance to talk to the waitresses/bartenders. Other popular ways to become "sex god" is to play in a band or DJ or to basically sleep with everyone so they know you are easy. 1.) If you want people to throw themselves at you, then just sleep around a lot. 2.) If you want people to try repeatedly but with no real hope of sleeping with you, become a bartender. 3.) If you want females/males to wait patiently off the the side and order drinks for you and throw down rose petals wherever you walk, become a rock star or DJ.
I hung out with a DJ the other day. I got off work, he walked in. I said, "Hey, what are you doing?" He said, "Not much." I said, "Want to sit and have a beer with me?" He said, "Sure." We chatted through two beers before deciding to go somewhere else. If I stay at my bar, people start to gossip at beer number three. It doesn't matter that he has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend. We obviously are going to sleep with each other at beer number 3. Mr. DJ is considered a sex god by half the women in the bar at any given point. Here he is. While, after getting to know him, I can see him attractive. He's cute, and he has a fantastic personality. As for love at first sight, I don't get it. I don't even know if he knows he's considered one of the most attractive men in the area. I don't think he considers himself that. Most people in the bar look at me as some kind of sex goddess. I don't get that either. One person I work with even said, "I think you must be freaky in the bed." How does someone come to that conclusion? I never even had a sexual conversation with this guy. He thinks I look like this when my clothes come off:
That's a rare occasion I look like that buddy.
So back to this night in question. Afterwhile at the next bar (two more beers)we decide to leave to see my dog. He loved dogs and I love showing mine off. We played with him for awhile and then went back out to the bar I work at. Probably a bad decision because it looked as if we left to go have sex for awhile and now we needed a drink for a while before going for round two. Mind you, I looked like HELL. I was not cutely dressed. After another drink (one beer) we went to another bar. Here is where things went downhill. We had had 5 beers and were working on our 6th, when his hand touched my leg. Under the table. With all of his friends around. Sheeeeeiiitttt. I tried removing his hand twice before giving up and realizing that about as far he could go was the top of my knee without drawing attention to himself. One girl could see the whole thing and I can only imagine her saying, "They were holding hands under the table." I decided to leave shortly after this started. He decided to walk me home. Of course. He's a nice guy. He left to go to the bathroom and I was standing there staring at his friends and his friends at me. "Uh he's going to walk me home so I don't get raped and murdered." His friends blinked at me. He arrived soon after and I told him he was walking me home only so I don't get raped and murdered. He blinked at me in a creepy way. OOOOOO k. He laughed and said, "Of course" shrugging. I get to my house. He hugs me and looks like he wants to kiss me. "You aren't kissing me." "Yes I am." "No you aren't." "Yes I am, but only on the cheek." Without another word he drew me into an embrace and kissed my cheek. "Goodnight." "Goodnight."
The man knows how to play the game. But really... "Can't we be friends?"
I showed this movie last night to two of my friends. They were shocked when my brother drank Bailey's from a shoe, and to explain it, I show it to them.
They were almost crying by the time they got done with it. If you haven't seen it, you should.
You don't know Jack Squat. Or, you are squatting in front of your computer right now.
Or you are thinking "Wow, is this a christian blog because it says "squat" instead of "shit." No. I'm not saying I'm non-believing, I am just Presbyterian, and we Presbyterians can put God on hold if we want to until we get near to death. Its a lot like the Catholics.
Or you could be thinking, "This is a dating blog about some girl who wants to cry about how she has no dates." On the contrary. I am happy and committed. I own a dog, I live in a house, I plant gardens. My boyfriend and I have been happy for a year together.
Or maybe you are thinking, "what is her purpose for this blog..." If that's what you are thinking, let me enlighten you. I had a blog. A popular blog. I told one person in my "real" life and suddenly every Tom, Dick, and Harry came to it. I found I could no longer bitch about those people because they were memorizing every blooming thing I wrote down. I like to bitch.
Jager bombs can be quickly finished and are the most efficient way to get drunk. 
