Happy St. Patricks Day!

Sorry I wasn't able to update the past few days. I've had a lot going on and a lot on my mind. But let's start back with St. Patrick's Day.

Roomie and I worked together that day. She was working the bar and I was on the floor. I managed to pick a pretty good section, but one girl needed to pay her boyfriend's parents 600 dollars that weekend and her section would not help her in that department. So I switched with her and ended up in the very back. I didn't think anything of it and just waited for the crowd to come in. Now, apparently last year the girls were supposed to wear schoolgirl costumes. This year, management decided against it. Thank God because walking around with a skirt that would barely cover my ass was not something I was looking forward to.

So la la la, work is dead and we're just hanging out and taking pictures of our very cute St. Patrick's Day uniforms and makeup. Then . . . . the crowd rushes in. And boy oh boy did it rush in.

I had four tables (a 2-top, 3-top, 5-top, and 4-top) and then I had a 14-top. I can usually handle tables like this, even though I am rushing around like a madwoman. I know I can handle these types of tables. But the kitchen was backed up and food was taking about an hour and fifteen minutes to get out to the tables. Woah what? Yup, over an hour for your food to get to your table from the time you order it. Suffice to say, my tables were not very happy, even when I tried to explain that I'm trying to my hardest to get the food out. It's not my fault and the kitchen can only do so much.

Roomie said the place was PACKED and every girl was running around trying their hardest. It definitely put UFC nights and Football Sundays to shame as far as their attendance is concerned. Luckily, my tables (except my 5-top) understood and still left amazing tips for me. I was so shocked because I did not expect to make what I did that morning. At the end of the shift, all the girls and I looked at each other and just laughed. That was all we could do.

At least I got to go out for drinks later that night!

Not everyone is there for the wings

I'm working my typical Monday night bar shift tonight and things were a tad bit boring. I mean really boring. Then some guy sits and he seems normal. Orders a mich ultra draft beer and just looks around for a bit. No problem. I just tend to my other customers and check to see if Mich Ultra needs anything from time to time.

A bit later two guys come in and we're screwing around with each other, giving each other a hard time and just being dumb. I walk away to put some glasses in the cooler and walk back to the guys. Guy One gives me a grossed out look and shakes his head. I ask him what's up because I hope on everything he wasn't making the look toward me. He nods toward Mich Ultra and his voice gets really low.

"Dude over there keeps looking at your ass when you bend over and licking his lips and stuff."

I look over my shoulder and, sure enough, Mich Ultra is wiping drool from his lips, licking them, and not only looking at my butt and boobs, but other girls as they walk by. Roomie was working tonight so I call her over and she rolls her eyes and says, "Oh yeah, he's creepy. He usually gets really drunk and then tries to walk out on his tab."

Sooooo what do I do? I ask him if he wants anything else (at this point he's had three small beers) and he says no. I put the check down and make sure he pays. . . But not before secretly being sketched out. Why must I attract the creepsters??

Otherwise, work was insanely dead all weekend. I was shocked, considering we were showing the boxing match on Saturday. Hopefully we'll get a better turnout for the next fight. I would appreciate the money :)

Bikini contest? Um, ok?

Sitting at jumpstart yesterday (a meeting for us before the start of shift to figure out new info, etc), my GM brings up the bikini contest that is this weekend. THIS WEEKEND. Somehow I get dragged into doing it. I laugh it off at first, thinking my managers and a few of the girls were joking. Then I realize they're serious. I just shook my head because I'm nowhere near what I would consider good material for bikini contests right now. I don't say that stuff to get compliments because I will be the first to say I'm cute, but I'm so not hot or sexy. So my managers pulled me aside and asked again. I just don't know if I can do it yet. I don't have the confidence yet nor the body that I think I'll need. There's one more contest in a few months but I need professional pics taken to enter so I may try that one. Again, we'll see. It's a lot of work, I hear.

Oh yes! And there's a theif among us at work. The other night (Sunday if I remember correctly) a girl had over 100 dollars stolen from her purse. Someone literally rifled through her stuff and stole money. See kids? This is why you don't bring valuables inside because you can never trust anyone anymore. I felt horrible for this girl though. All I could do was hug her as she cried because she has bills and stuff to pay for. I wish there was something I could have done for her. :(

I have today and tommorrow off so I'm spending the day today on my hopefully new college campus and getting stuff figured out so I can get in and start in the fall. This campus is really pretty and I'm psyched to hopefully be back on track with school. It'll be a relief to finish it in a year or two :)

On that note, I'm peacing out so I can be productive tonight. Thanks to everyone following me on this thing right now :) I love sharing my stories with you all!

So last night was the Duke/UNC game and I had to bartend with another bartender. Oh, this should be easy I said.

WRONG.

Ticket after ticket after ticket popped up on drinks me and the other bartender had to make for a solid 5 hours. How we did it, I have no idea. But we worked awesome as a team and someone even called back today to say how pleasant their experience was at the bar. This really made my day because I really try my hardest to be a good waitress or bartender to my customers. :)

Then the shift was drawing to a close. There were three guys at a nearby table, asking me and one other girl to kick everyone out because they wanted to be the last ones in the restaurant. This normally wouldn't bother me as I would assume they were just being dumb. This time I felt strange, like they were expecting more from the girls. They asked the weirdest questions and stayed well after close. Finally, most of us girls went to the back room to change and go home. However, there was one girl up front, still trying to flirt with them and being totally oblivious to the advances of these guys. She got a few eyebrow-raises from us and we told her she needed to be more careful (she's pretty naive).

Oh yes, I can't forget about one regular. He comes in all the time and tips insanely well. I'm talking 100 dollar tips on 50 dollar tabs. Hes so nice and cares genuinely about us, asking how we are and joking with us. Despite the fact the bar was backed up, the kitchen screwed his order up, and we didn't talk to him a whole bunch, he still left 96 on 105. He is just over the top nice.

Bar shift tomorrow night. I should get to bed since I have a lot of errands to run before work. Well, I'll finish my wine first :)

Higher patience or not listening?

This morning, while bartending, this guy waddles his way in and sits at a stool at the end of the bar. I recognize him as an annoying guy I had way back a few months ago. He talks and laughs like a hyena and I find myself just staring. Literally, I just stare at him because he annoys me that much. It got me thinking about my patience level. Now, surely I haven't become more patient. In fact, I know this isn't the case because there has been a few times I have let myself slip and told off a creepy guy or two.

I can only assume that I've just become that much better at tuning people out and still look interested in what they're saying. Or maybe they're just too stupid to catch on that I don't care?

This will need more research. I will check back with my results when I get some.

I'm Back

Yes, I got lazy and stopped writing. I'm not even all that busy, lol. But I definitely have tons of stories every shift and I kept meaning to write them down and would just . . . not do it. :( So forgive me!!

Let's see what all has happened since October (the last time I posted). I moved out of my parents place and moved into a small house with Tara, my best friend here and a co-worker. The house is right down the street from my parents, so I can still go over there all the time (which is good because I'm super close with my parents). Tara and I get along really well and we carpool to work when we can.

J and I are still talking pretty much everyday. We're in a limbo right now on us dating because he doesn't want to be serious while overseas and wants to do all that romantic stuff (asking me out, etc) in person. I agree because I want to see him before confirming everything, if that makes sense. But we're doing good.

I started bartending. My first night alone was New Years Eve and I made about 220 dollars that night. I love bartending. I never understood what Tara meant when she said that you really learn a lot about who you work with and the people who come in and dine with us since you can stand back and watch everything sometimes. And I do. I learn who is an excellent worker, who really could care less about being there, what customers are really nice and which ones are just . . . ew.

Alright, one story before I stop for the night. Last night I was bartending and there was a guy at the bar who was completely wasted. I'm talking drunker than anything. I asked my manager to please cut him off, which he did. I looked away for a few minutes and the next thing I know, the guy is gone. He walked out on his tab. I really hope he had a ride or something because he refused my calling him a cab and said a friend was going to be up to get him later. I was just very grrrrr about the situation.

Ahhh yes. It feels good to be back.