A while back I was sublimely happy with my entire life and everything was coming up rainbows and puppy dogs for me, that said, I knew it was only a matter of time before something started to slip, turns out it was my sanity.
Now, I’m not saying that my life is “bad” now vs. then, it’s just more real life then I had recently become accustomed to. Case in point, my job. A month or two back when I discussed my job bartending I couldn’t have been happier; I was making great money, my hours were good, people adored me and I just got voted employee of the month. For the entire 9 months that the restaurant’s been open I never got a single guest complaint. Fast forward to this past week- I have been working so consistently because we keep getting busier, with more events, but they won’t hire more bartenders, instead if it’s busy they’ll just put two or three of us on a shift so we all work more but make less money. I am not amused.
Naturally the week before, and of, finals week this past quarter there were an obscene amount of hockey games and concerts, which forced me to work every second that I wasn’t in school. In fact, until a few days after my last final I hadn’t had a day off between work and my ten hour school days in a month.
Already being beyond exhausted I somehow got set up to work nearly twice my normal amount of shifts during my spring break. After all of this I think that it’s fairly easy to see why someone might begin to become slightly unhinged and generally irritable to say..everyone I come into contact with.
So you know how I said that I have never gotten a single complaint? Well, that was true until this week, when I have somehow managed to get two within my last two shifts. At this rate I’ll be out of work in no time.
Now, while I’m upset and even got sat down about the first one, the part that upsets me the most is that the complaints were completely undeserved, notably the first one who was from a guy who is friends with a bartender/supervisor whom frankly I despise. I’ve waited on this guy before and frankly he’s kind of a creepper, he just really puts you off. This is our conversation from the other day, pretty much verbatim, let me know if you would have wanted to punch this guy as well:
Jack Ass: Oh, I have to go back to work tomorrow for the first time in three months…
Me (attempting to feign interest): 3 months? I’d go crazy if I was out of work that long.
Jack Ass: Well, I spent the whole time traveling, I was in Florida and then… (*at this point I stop entirely listening, I may have been imagining kittens leaping through fields at this moment*)
Me: Oh, well that must be nice to not have to work and just get to travel around…
J.A.: well, that’s why I spent $120,000 on college, so I wouldn’t have to work a 9-5 my whole life… but I guess I have to get back, I have a certain lifestyle that I’m accustomed to now…
The whole time this guy is really just talking down to me and fishing for me to ask him what magical job he has, so notably I don’t. I very intentionally never ask him what he does for a living, I feel this irritates him, but my absolute lack of caring is bordering on sublime. The conversation gets weird and so I make a break to count the money in my drawer as a way to avoid speaking to him. As I ‘m going a huge stack of ones he begins to count over me, “48, 72, 63″ , yes, like a fucking child, naturally this completely messes me up and I have to start over. I make a smart ass comment to him and he fires one right back, I feel we had a decent repore, at least as good as you can have with someone who is annoying the living piss out of you. But apparently during this time he asked for another drink, which I legitimately never heard, and this greatly offended him. Also I apparently said “Ok, you can leave now”, which I don’t really remember, but I’m 100% positve it was said clearly in jest (ok, maybe only98%), and this also greatly offended him. How I would know either of these things however is beyond me since he never repeated himself about the drink and seemed just fine and happy when he left, even saying goodbye and waving. Then this asshole writes in to complain that I wouldn’t serve him and told him to get out, and that if sees me working the bar ever again he’s never coming in.
Frankly, annoyance and getting in trouble aside, I couldn’t be happier about that. Does he think that he’s punishing me by not coming in, being creepy and obnoxious and wasting my time? I suppose I could suck up and apologize, but I think there comes a point to draw the line between serving somebody, and being made into their bitch because they’re assholes who lack control in their own lives and feel the need to hinder others.
That said, he can just suck it.
Here, here. I fucking hate the people I serve some days. Wait, most days.
OHHH Shit, I know exactly what you are talking about. Most days I am really good at placating ass fucks like that. There are those days though, Some people can’t or don’t know how to deal when they aren’t getting what it is that they want from you. In addition to drinks they are usually desperate for ego gratification and they love a good dose of insider status at the establishment. When they don’t get it they walk away all but hurt and then feel the need to email any one that would care that they were miss treated. Hate that.
“I hate everyone, woah-oh-ohhhh”