So my work environment is really starting to come out of its shell.
I knew that the smiling faces and generosity of the patrons would be short lived. Sure, the majority of the customers are fine, but I've had a few interesting encounters lately with 30-something year-old men wanting my number. I find it weird being picked up in such a sense mainly because it has never happened to me before (because I'm not overtly slutty or a hottie like Gabrielle) and I'm busy working, not sitting/hanging off the bar like a desperate. But you just say you've got a boyfriend and they go away without too much fuss (apart from kissing your hand and saying "You can pour my wine ANYtime" *insert sleazy double eyebrow raise*).
I heard the funniest pick up line and come-back last night too.
Drunk Guy: "Hey, I'm Josh. I'm single."
Drunk Girl: "Hey, I'm Cath and I'm gay."
It made me laugh in between yawns. Working from 10pm-4.15am is hard work. Your body just starts to slow down after about 2am, and you're expected to pour drinks into cups and put cash into tills and roll up mats and wipe up spills and cut up lemons and stock up fridges... I feel tired just recounting it all. And amongst all that, you need to judge who has already had too much, hide from angry bitch managers and try to appear fine when other middle-aged workers decide to touch you all the time.
At least it pays well.
Lovemeg
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Hahaha! "You can pour my wine anytime", very cheesy.
But being picked up by a 30 year old man. *shudders*
By the way, totally off the point, I found a file which was named Zone Plans. We wrote it many years ago. Brings back memories, arr... I think we're all adults now.
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