3 days....23:18 Sep 19 2010
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say it with me people...
3 weddings.
Friday wasn't soooooo bad. I was stuck over on Pan B, which normally means not as much business, but it also meant I didn't have to kill myself either. And since it was A) a package bar and B) hosted, I was glad for the chance to take it easy. Then I realized that not having worked over there for a while, it also meant I had to clean up everybody else's mess. To the point that it was so bad, there were fruit flies everywhere. But, such is life. Not everybody can be as much of a perfectionist as I am. More's the pity.
When I first got there, I headed upstairs to check in with Tristan, the supervisor, and find out what all I needed for the night. As soon as I walked in, and he turned to look at me from the rather corpulent, sweaty woman he was talking to, I KNEW it was going to be a fun night. The part I heard (and apparently this tirade had been going on for a few minutes) was "I have been up for SIXTY HOURS. I have slaved my ASS off to get this wedding decorated, and I am NOT going to be very nice to deal with....."
Yes, she was the decorator. And yes, she was on a train here. I believe the general consensus around those of us who discussed it calmly, was that she was the epitome of a "psycho-hose beast".
May I also say, it also looked as if a couple of ostriches had exploded in there. Vegas showgirls would have been thrilled with the amount of coverage they would have gotten from these centerpieces. And may I also add, that by the end of the night after several hours of free booze, some of the GUESTS looked like Vegas showgirls. Albeit over the hill, past their prime showgirls, but still.
In the process of the evening, I ended up going to Pan A (the other bar) and sending the other bartender on break. This guy is a slob. Through and through, no two ways about it. It took me 10 minutes just to clean up enough so I could see the mess. I honestly don't know how this guy functions as a bartender sometimes, cause he damn sure can't find anything in any semblance of quickness. Hence why I usually have so many people from the opposite side of the room coming to me because, and I quote "it took him 10 minutes to make a vodka/ sprite"....
Then I get this broad, and I use that term in the truest and most deserved sense of the term, striding up to the bar and telling me to give her a double vodka and soda. Since it was a package bar, we aren't allowed to pour doubles, and I quietly informed her of that, but offered to make it in a short glass if she would like.
"I don't think so. I want a double."
Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I can't pour doubles on a package bar.
"I don't understand why not. The other guy poured me doubles....."
Well, he isn't supposed to and we will take care of that, but in the meantime would you like it in a short glass?
"Look at me- LOOK AT ME. You are not going to say anything to him, because just because you don't know how to do your job and he does because he is in charge.....you are NOT going to say a word to him..I didn't say ANYTHING about doubles, do you hear me?"
Oh yeah...THAT'S gonna happen, bitch.
Insert appropriate head swiveling attitude here.
As soon as he came back, I took him behind the curtain and told him when it was a package bar, unless specified, he was not supposed to serve doubles, PERIOD. And I know he knows better, because I TRAINED this guy. So when I went back to my bar, I told the other suprevisor we had for the evening what was going on, and to please reiterate to him what I had already said, so there was no confusion.
Thankfully, because I was on the "slow" side, I also got to close early, for which I was eternally grateful at that point. I had minimal work to do to close up, and I was out the door in record time. The highlight of the evening was having a woman ask me what nationality of sodas I had, in a rather thick French accent...lol
Saturday night? Not so much.
I knew I was in trouble when I got there and realized the dance floor was set up directly in front of my bar. However, according to the function sheet, the bars, all three of them, were supposed to close at 11:30. Bonus, I'm thinking.
Again. Not so much.
I had seen the bride talking to one of her friends earlier in the evening, and I had said to our wedding coordinator " I smell trouble". Brenda asked me why, and I told her I didn't know, but I had a feeling. She of course repeated this to Tristan, thinking I was just being silly.
So, despite the fact that Tristan told him twice and I told him once, rather graphically I might add, the dj gave last call at 11:15, as usual. For 15 minutes I slung drinks at record speed, got everybody taken care of in record time, made everybody happy, including myself. Then, while I am in the middle of slinging alcohol like I am putting out fires, here comes the bride.....
"Have you seen Tristan?"
Not lately, no- sorry
"I have just GOT to talk to him"
*growl*
I'll see what I can do.
And as I was handing over the last drink, I look up at 11:29 to see Tristan standing at my bar- and as soon as he realized I was looking in his direction....
I'll give him props. Tristan has a helluva lot more restraint than I do. And, of course, he is younger and faster. He looks at me, grins, and says "The bar is closing at 12:30".
and RUNS. Chickenshit.
Seems the bride decided she wanted to keep partying, but she couldn't bother to tell us this BEFORE we gave last call, killed ourselves, and ran out of everything being offered. So since most of these people assumed the bars were closed, except for maybe a handful here and there, we basically stood there for an hour. Then, of course, as soon as we closed for the second time, suddenly it's "Can I get one more...", "I still want...",
Sorry- bar is closed. But some people just can't take go to hell for an answer, so for alot of them?
I drew 'em a map.
After getting to work at 5 pm on Saturday, I got home at 2 am SUNDAY.
Yeah. Gotta love dem early nights, doncha.
And Tristan? He finally came back, looks at me and says "You knew, deep down, something like this was gonna happen, didn't you.."
Yeah. I did. It may be a pain in the ass, but I gotta admit, it ain't ever boring...lol
Wedding tonight. Hopefully the bar will close at 10 pm when it is supposed to.
Please keep your fingers crossed. I really don't want to have to start calling ya'll for bail money so I can finish out golf season.......
COMMENTS
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ThothLestat
22:55 Sep 29 2010
*shakes head*
is NOTHING sacred?!
WildChild
23:50 Sep 29 2010
I for one can't wait. PD is really going to hate me when they come out too.
CarnelianMyst
00:44 Sep 30 2010
Ok, they need to come out with the final set-up of these films..I'm tired of buying them over and over each time they figure out how to do something else with them! :P
Nicnic
15:22 Sep 30 2010
Avatar was shot using multiple cameras worth more then a small country...
So unless he's willing to re-shoot ALL Star Wars movies with said equipment, he's going to get a dark, flat, grainy film that gives people headaches.
Clash of the Titans and The Last Airbender are just a few of the movies that were turned 3D using a software process.
And they're horrible beyond words.
So, it's time to read between the lines of what Mr. Lucas really meant by this announcement.
Allow me to translate!
"I'm completely past my directing prime and now wish nothing more then to suck as much money from my previous work as possible. To do so, I'm deciding to jump on the horribly saturated 3D bandwagon. People are idiots and will blindly pay for anything I do.
My profit margins will rise, and I'll continue to be a drain on cinema innovation and creativity.
Thank you for your money, saps.
Mr. Lucas
P.S: I eat babies and destroyed your childhood heroes out of greed. Indiana Jones with aliens? I mean come on! Clearly I'm retarded! Yet you people keep paying me! hhahahahahahh bwhahahsd alsjfbjdbsfgljbdsgljhbgljh..."
Done!