I put it there for a fucking reason.

This is something I want to tell people all the time, and sometimes do, but just never seems to get through. "I put it there for a fucking reason."

The main thing that's great about this sentence is that 'it' could mean anything. Tonight(morning in people hours) since it is late. I would like to rant about only one 'it' for just a paragraph. I didn't even have problems with this tonight because of where I was working, but it still applies.

Clipboards. I put your credit card receipt on my clipboard with your credit card and a pen, you should sign the reciept, write in a tip and a legible total, take your card, and leave everything else. This seems very simple, but when the bar is in the worst shape because its at it's busiest moment it seems that everybody just decides that the best place to leave a fragile slip of paper is on the sopping wet bar, rather than on the clipboard that I put under the receipt for a fucking reason.

Pictures and shit to come I'm going to sleep now.

Caged Tiger

Fuck I had a long week. 67 hours of tending bar and cleaning up afterwords took a bite out of my energy that has expanded to almost two full days. The celebratory party that took place yesterday left me passed out comfortably on a couch after taking part in the hedonistic debauchery that only a gathering of bar employees are capable of. We had a long week of watching sloppy drunk messes roll in to our bar like a tidal wave leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. We toughed it out and it was our turn and we made everyone else look like amateurs.

Considering all the shit I went through the money hardly seems worth it, but it's cash in my pocket and I need it to pay off all the debts that are hounding me right now. So I keep a stiff upper lip and grin and bear all the berating, low tipping, impatience, and drunken behavior cuz I know that in the end all those dollars I'm getting will add up to a decent take home and I can start to live normally again.

At least theres interesting things happening at the bar though. That's what this blog is about. After three years behind the bar I've talked to some wierd, interesting, crazy, and funny people. I've been asked what the craziest thing that has happened at the bar, I can't really say, but I'll be posting some of the stories that have happened and some new ones as they happen and maybe you'll find it entertaining. If not it's ok because this is cheaper than therapy.