And my new place of work is nothing like a nice quiet pub...
So, I'm back in the land of the worker after a small sojourn as a government artist (I was, after all, drawing benefits...) and I have come to the conclusion that I need to get the hell out of bar work before I go irreversibly insane.
It's not that I hate working behind a bar, it's more down to the fact that the bar I'm working in makes prostitution look like a viable alternative. Despite the fact I'd earn less money than a one legged, facially disfigured hooker with enough STD's to keep a science lab at work for a few years.
The bar I'm working in, and don't bother asking the name of the place as I have been down that road before and know for sure that I could be sacked for airing my views on here, is populated by the type of people that could appear in Shameless and not seem even slightly out of place.
So what else is there that I can do to earn enough money to live? Well, I could go back to being a fishmonger but, quite frankly, that's my last resort as it's an unpleasant job at the best of times and I have no desire to carry around the permanent smell of fish again. There's only so many times people can make remarks about you smelling of fish before the temptation to whip out a fist becomes overpowering.
As it's Friday night tonight the hordes will be clamouring to fire as much booze down their necks before closing time and will, without a shadow of a doubt, attempt to stay back after hours and ask, several times, if they can have a lock in.
What I'd like to know is this... Why do people think it's perfectly acceptable to hang around after a place has closed for the night just because it's a bar? If I were to turn up at their place of work and demand that they stay behind for no wages and sell me things when all they want to do is go home they would, quite rightly, refuse.
Of course, the lock in nonsense will only emerge at the end of the night. Before then I'll have to put up with... The same song being played on the jukebox at least twenty times... Out of tune singing of made up words which (to them and them alone) have a comedy value that beggars belief... People ordering drinks that they can't pay for and wondering why you get ratty about it when you tell them to leave... Morons who think it's somehow manly to drink five jagermeister bombs (Jagermeister with red bull) and puke their loads in the toilets... And many more offenses to my spirit.
Just thinking about this makes me want to fling my notice in and run away to Canada. I hear it's very nice this time of year and has an annual comedy festival...
3 comments:
Ross, I have to say that your new place of work sounds uncannily like our mutual friend's previous place of work...she lasted exactly one shift behind the bar and couldn't take any more. And she didn't even get paid for doing the shift!
Oh Yeah! the weather is mighty fine but blink and you will miss it. Summer lasts about 8 weeks here and then its downhill slowly until the whole place looks like the ice age. It sucks that you dislike your job so much. I never realized that working in a bar with drunks can be so disgusting. The Festival Just for Laughs has just started. I have not booked any tickets yet for any particular shows coz later on in the year you get to see them on TV. It maybe not live but its cheaper. I like the night festivals, its free and the whole downtown looks psychidelic. This year they have created insects as big as houses that walk in the crowd. I am not sure how they work and how come they dont crush people, or do they?
Hope you find a better job. Have you thought of the internet industry or anything related?
Manc_Lover,
Indeed it may be the same place as our mutual friends place of work. My tolerance level for drunkards is extremely high given that for a while I was someone whi drank for fun.
The basic difference between myself and the crowd that inhabits the pub is that I, when drunk, am the type who sits quietly and likes to have deep and meaningful conversations about the larger things in life whereas these people can only converse in raised voices and the subject range alternates between Football, birds they have shagged, fighting and football.
Fuck knows how long I'll last but I can't see it being long.
A 2 Z,
Eight weeks of summer? That's practically the caribbean compared to Scotland. I'm from a country where horizontal rain is the norm.
Having checked the line-up for the JFL fest I highly reccommend that you rush out and get tickets to see Lewis Black and Eddie Izzard.
Lewis Black is, with the recent death of George Carlin, America's finest mainstream stand up. Eddie Izzard is a comedy God who will go down in history as one of the UK's finest ever stand up artists.
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