Sunday, August 31, 2014

Gong Show




Last night at work was a major gong show! First of all you have to know that I was only working on three and a half hours of sleep. At the start of the night when I was setting up the VIP section I broke a glass and got a fairly long piece of glass stuck between my big toe and the index toe on my right foot. Got that out and everything was good. Went back to setting up the VIP section after I swept up.

Then a group of twenty people came in for a girl’s birthday and got bottle service, so to the VIP section they went. They bought a bottle of Sky, a bottle of white wine and a bottle of Wisers. Everything was going great and I was serving them…  Also I got like a $28 tip from them from selling them the Wisers! About two hours into the celebration some guys come up to the group and tried to start a fight this group of twenty people. Like come on, really? These idiots who kept bugging my VIP party group would be in the smoking area outside trying to start a fight with them whenever they went for a smoke. The group of twenty didn’t want to have to deal with these guys (even though we kicked those idiots out) and so the group of twenty left and said thank you for the night.

I also sold a VIP table with bottle service and so my boss gave me $20 for selling that which is awesome! Helped out all over the bar and served my ass off. Made $50 in tips. And of course at the end of the night I was cleaning up bottles and glasses. But the stupid thing that happened again was that I went to pick up a beer bottle, sliced my thumb on the right hand and got glass on the outside part of my left foot. Now my thumb had a good chunk of glass in it from the stupid beer bottle, took the piece of glass out and was bleeding pretty good. So I showed our door girl who always has the band-aids with her and she rushed to the kitchen with me. I put the dish pan down full of bottles and glasses, rinsed my thumb, dried it and put a band-aid on. Then the door girl grabbed my thumb, applied pressure, and held my thumb and she pulled me around the bar for a while. I said I was fine, I went back to cleaning up all the bottles and glasses, and wiped the tables.

The lesson from last night that I got was either glass is attracted to me or glass hates me!
 
 

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