March 29th, 2021

Do I have a magnet on my head or something?

Wow.

Slow Monday shift, and no stocking to do as we’re running the coolers dry to prep for inventory.

Little weasely guy with a tracheotomy thingy on his throat sits down at the bar and tries to do the shot & beer thing – which hey – sorry – against our rules. He doesn’t like it. Walks off after his shot. Tries to get a beer 2 minutes later. Is a snarky little smartass – and long story short – manages to talk himself into not getting served anymore within 5 minutes.

It’s possible my tolerance level was low after Saturday night, but I had him evicted from the bar area by security. They let him continue to hang out in the casino, which I personally disagree with, but… not much to do about that. He wasn’t in my hair anymore and that was the bottom line.

Beyond that? Fairly peaceful night, really. No other issues.

Very glad we’re done for a few days, though. Seriously.

Take it easy, folks.