March 13th, 2021

So. Another hectic, crazy Saturday night in the lounge bar!

…

Ok, no. Just kidding.

Not.

At.

All.

 

The evening was miserably, horribly slow – exacerbated by the two bartender routine that characterizes your usual Saturday. The first two hours were just… miserable. Beyond that it wasn’t -as- slow, but not much better. Generally, the night was either stingy bastards, fucking assholes, or boredom.

It was just…. yeah.

 

Had one girl who refused to show her ID when she tried to pay with a credit card. Got snotty and walked off.  Many others just with attitude.  Just a lot of people not tipping anything at all.

 

By the end of the dreary, horrible night? Me and my co-worker didn’t even make a decent average amount. We’re talking 2-digit dollar figure. For Saturday? That’s awful.

 

The most exciting thing we had happen was one of our cocktail girls accidentally choked on her own spit until she puked into a trash can.

Glorious? No, of course not.

Just saying – that’s a guage of how the night was.

(She was okay – and helpfully had her overnight bag with her and was able to sneak in a quick toothbrushing to freshen back up. Yep. It was -that- level of exciting.)

 

Anyway.

 

Take it easy, folks.