Ghost in the Bathroom

The women's bathroom is right next to the kitchen on the left. If you walk into the kitchen, take a couple steps in, then it opens up to the left into a kitchen counter area, you're basically in the area right behind the bathroom. There's a TV there.

A lady went into the bathroom and came out really freaked out. She looked weirded out and had a strange look on her face. Then she came over and said in a teeny voice, "Um, there's something weird in the bathroom. I think it's a ghost or something."

Turns out it was just the TV playing loudly. Haha!

Catty

Yesterday was the slowest day. I earned about $25 in tips and then I asked to go home early. So anyway, I was there from 4pm-11pm and that means the waitresses had 7 hours to gossip. Somebody must have sniffed some catnip, because there was an overdose of cattiness last night. Har har! A lot of bitching and ranting about the other waitresses, about one of the restaurant owners, about anyone and everyone in their lives. Not like this DOESN'T go on everyday, but this time it was 7 hours straight. Fun fun.

Overheard

Guy X: "My girlfriend supports me. But you know, it sucks to not have my own place."

Whattaguy. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to roll on the ground laughing or punch him in the nuts... you know, as he drinks his girlfriend's money away at the bar.

1) he shoudn't be complaining that he doesn't have his own place
2) he's out drinking his gf's money away at the bar

wedding band

Our bar manager wears a wedding band. I found out today that the other bartender wears an engagement ring too... but on her middle finger.

booger?

We have a dishwasher who doesn't know english very well -- he's Middle Eastern or something. So at the end of our shifts today, one of the waitresses was rubbing her nose and sniffling.
Dishwasher: "Are you okay?"
Girl: "Yea, I just had a booger."
Dishwasher: "A what?"
Girl: "A booger. Want me to show you?"
Everyone: *cracks up*

hehe, poor guy. we love him though.

Sidewalk Racing

I crossed the street after leaving work. Two guys appear and apparently they wanted to race down the sidewalk, drunk like no other. They crouched on the sidewalk, counted to 3, and started running. One of them fell, and some drunk girls walked by and started laughing and flirting with them. I found this all quite amusing and took a picture of them running with my phone (which wasn't out of batteries this time). I'll post it soon.

Wannabe Funny Guy but Really Idiot

Since I've just started working different days this week, I've met this one idiot who comes in and always orders juice. The first time he mumbled "Orange and Cranberry". So, being the 'ass' I am, I ASSume he wants Stoli Orange and Cranberry Juice, like any normal vodka drinker. So I hand him the drink, he takes a sip and spits it back out as I stare horrifingly. He said "What did you put in this?!" I said, "Vodka and Cranberry?" He said, "No, I ordered Orange and Cranberry JUICE." I look at him, dumbfounded, as it takes a second for me to get his juice order through my head. Then I give him a new drink and apologize. Fine, whatever, done deal. It was my fault for not clarifying.

Now this idiot thinks he is friends with me. He comes up to the bar and tries to make funny jokes because he thinks he's a funny guy. But his jokes are insulting and he really can't pull off the sarcasm thing, so I end up being really, really offended. I mean, I don't take it personally or get mad, but I am insulted and I just end up thinking he's a wannabe idiot who is too dumb to pull off sarcasm and too cheap to tip me and too wussy for alcohol (no offense to non-alcoholics, but wait til you hear what he says to me).

So today he comes up to me and orders another juice. Fine, I give him his juice. Then as I pass by him a couple minutes later he starts talking to me like he's trying to be friendly and funny (like always). He says, "I'm afraid of ordering a drink from you because you always get it wrong." I giggle and ask him if I gave him the wrong drink. He says, "No, I was just kidding cuz of last time." I say, "Ohh, okay" and smile again. Then I turn away before I sock him in the face or blurt out any of the evil thoughts I was thinking in my head, because all I really wanted to do was tell him off, X rated style.

You're beautiful

Working as a bartender should be the biggest self esteem booster. Because you hear "You're beautiful" about 500 times a night. But you know, the job also bitters you up like no other (and no, I didn't mean butter), like I wasn't bitter enough to begin with. Maybe if I'm buttered up with sweet talk for another year I'll be less bitter and sarcastic?

Sha la la

The only good mainstream song I heard all night: Remix of Venga boys' "Sha-la-la". Everything else included the same songs I hear 3 nights a week, for hours on end, for weeks on end (or should I say, without end).

my heart goes sha la la la la, sha la la in the morning

sha la la la la, sha la la in the sunshine

sha la la la la, sha la la in the evening

sha la la la la, sha la la la la, just for you

Hip Hop Drivel

Today was the first night I worked a Saturday. The Saturday Dj was effin' awesome... for the first hour. He played mellow trance as a warmup at around 9:30pm, before changing to mainstream hip hop at 10ish. I LOVED the trance. It wasn't the same boring hip hop songs I've heard the past 3 days, or at every single bar and party. I was wondering if the dj's got tired of being asked to play that stuff. I'm sure they have much better music taste than the repetitive mainstream hip hop. I bet every time they have to queue up the next song, they're thinking, "Oh no, more mindless drivel that will drive the crowd, and only the crowd (not the servers or bartenders) wild."

Tip the Cameraman and Waterboy

I saw the servers taking some pictures today. Asking the server to take a picture of you is like asking a bartender for a glass of water. It's no trouble if you tip me, but if not, I will use my eyes to shoot daggers into your freeloading and cheapass back.

Drunk at or behind the bar?

The owner fired a coworker today. Apparently she showed up buzzed at 4pm on Wednesday (Thanksgiving Eve), and by the time I got there at 9pm I heard she was decently drunk. Within 5 minutes of my showing up at work, I saw her break a glass, almost spill a drink, and knock over the pen holder. I found out later she had also slipped the waitress a whiskey&coke for free. I guess she wanted someone else to be as drunk as she was. Needless to say, she was asked to go home for the night.

Friday she shows up at the door, and the owner goes to talk to her. Apparently he asked her to not drink excessively behind the bar and she defiantly told him it was her right to, and also it helped her be a better bartender. The owner got pissed and fired her. I guess both of them could have handled it in better ways, but it's over now.

So I filled in for her on Friday and worked with a girl I've never worked with before. She was drinking tequila shots throughout the night behind the bar as well, but did it more discreetly and didn't get drunk enough to be clumsy all over the place.

Anyway there are a couple of points I found interesting. Why would the owner fire someone for drinking behind the bar when others are doing it too? I guess she just handled it the wrong way. And she also slipped the waitress that drink, which I guess was the final straw for the night.

Isn't it illegal to drink behind the bar in Philadelphia anyway?

Lamp post

I walked out of the bar at 4 am and I saw a light post lying on the ground. It was weird -- why would there be a random light post lying on the ground?, I thought to myself. Then I took a couple more steps and I saw a light post stump in the ground, with the whole post broken off. It was one of those big posts too, not just a skinny pole. My phone happened to be out of batteries or I'd have a picture of it. It was a weird sight. Either a car is being fixed or someone is having surgery. And hopefully not the bf from the previous story.

Karma

I'll start you off with the story that inspired me to start this blog. It was too funny to let it go.

On Tuesday, a girl is seen at the bar with Guy X.

On Wednesday, the same girl is seen with Guy Y, who is apparently her bf. Guy X is present as well, and obnoxiously comes up to the girl and starts flirting/talking to her. Eventually, the bf finally comes to his senses and gets hoppin' mad at Guy X. Bf picks up beer bottle, winds up to hit Guy X with it... and hits his gf in the face as he winds up. Beer bottle bounces out of his hand and almost hits me behind the bar.

Girl's face is cut and slightly bleeding, and probably pissed off at bf. Bf is in trouble with gf, and didn't even land a hit on Guy X. Guy X goes scot-free.

How dya like them karma apples?