The long winded adventures of the bar waitress newbie
It is time to take a break from baseball...
Let me tell you about my job.
I took my senior year of college off from working (my first senior year, that is). But now it is the summer after my fourth year of college and I have chosen to stick it out at least one more year and try to finish with a degree.
But at what cost? Basically, my cost. I am in the process of being financially "cut-off" from my parents and taking out loans. I am living off of my boyfriend right now and we are surviving off of tuna, eggs, milk and water. Needless to say there was serious need to find a job. This time in my life, unlike every other time I was desperate for a job, I was really lucky. I filled out applications all over the area near my apartment and looked through all the classifieds and couldn't find anything. Until one day, I just walked into this bar and asked if they were hiring. And low-and-behold they were- for one position as a server. I was hired on the spot as a server.
I am now about three weeks into the job and it has been a blast. Its weird though because it truly is a bar. I serve alcohol and some food here and there, but mostly alcohol to college kids and even college professors. My favorites though are the old hippies who just never left town after college and have been coming to this Pub every Tuesday since it opened.
I think its safe to say that I have never had a job that I liked. Except for when I worked for my mom, every employer I have ever had, put me down in some way. It wasn't ever directed solely to me personally, they were just immature people working unimportant jobs for a living and taking it out on their employees. They say never to talk badly about your past employers to a future employer, but I'm hoping none of my future employers are reading this blog.
But now I find myself working with a huge group of college kids. All of them are big drinkers, smokers, and anything else you can think of. And these are the people I work with. Its seriously so much fun. I wait on people and serve drinks, and "work." But mostly I'm hanging out at a bar. My bar manager pours us shots when he's bored and the first rule I learned on the job was, if you're 21 and the bar manager pours you a drink, take it. I've gotta tell you, its really intimidating taking shots, chugging car bombs, and shotgunning beer with a bunch of long-time bartenders. You can imagine that I have been practicing my drinking skills now.
So last night I had to work until about 3am. Didn't get home till like 3:30am. I had a quiz at 11am. But I need the money and I thought I could survive... Apparently, not so much. Last night we had our first Beer Pong tournament, which is now going to be a fun summer Wednesday tradition. It was pretty crazy with lots of very enthusiastic beer pong "professionals." A lot of the employees came in to see how the beer pong thing was going. Some of the bar backs/bouncers (very large frat boys) were taking shots in the back and I conned them into getting me some shots too. Wise move or mortal mistake? Some of both.
Once our bar manager starts making drinks, he likes to keep it up. If he's not working hard at the bar, he'll make us all drinks as often as he feels like it. He's also an alcoholic so as often as he feels like drinking is pretty much all the time. So I had one shot brought to me while I was just walking back from the porch. That shot was tasty and the bar back that brought it to me was not too unimpressed with my flinching-smile reaction after I took it. It was SoCo with lime (lime grenadine that is). It was very tasty but I was also dying for some alcohol at this point.
After this shot I needed a cigarette break. After the stoge and the SoCo I actually had a buzz. I was a little freaked out by this until I remembered that I had not eaten anything all day. This little trick of denying food is paying off in miraculous ways, I'm turning into a light weight which is really a cheaper way to drink!
So the next shot was given to me by the bar manager (BM for now on) in exchange for washing cups at the bar (which I love to do for fun because I get to be behind the bar and talk to the people at the bar). BM hands me the shot while I'm mid dish-washing. So my hands are wet and people are watching. I go to take the shot while the BM is staring at me in anticipation for my reaction, as usual, but then he stops and says, "oh wait." And he grabs an ice cube and sticks it in. As if it would have been the end of the world if the shot wasn't cold. So, then the BM gets distracted and I take the shot quickly (in a lofty hope to be able to take in one gulp like the BM can). So people are still watching as I throw the shot back and the ice cube hits my teeth and I realize that this shot is twice as big as the double shot I took earlier tonight, and the SoCo goes pouring down my neck and chest. Not very much SoCo was lost as I had quite a bit more to drink. So with the bar backs and bouncers laughing at me I quickly tried to redeem myself by throwing back the rest of the shot, ice cube and all went smoothly down my throat.
I am slightly unclear as to how much SoCo was actually contained in these two shots. But I was definitely drunk for awhile and definitely hungover this morning. I'm not sure why. I suppose it is because I was previously unaware of SoCo's evil powers, but now that it has come to my attention I will probably still drink it when the BM gives me a drink, but I will definitely never drink it by choice. If I look at it this way, the only alcohol that I've ever seen my dad get drunk off of was SoCo, and you should know, my dad is about 6'3" and about 325 lbs so I'd say that SoCo really isn't my cup of tea. Particularly when I have pretty much stopped eating entirely at this point.
Fortunately one of the other waitresses was there last night and she helped me clean up and double and triple count my money at the end of the night. I also had a table order two pitchers with about 20 minutes left of bar time and demand that I help them finish the pitchers. They were a really fun group of Asian kids so I said, why not? And challenged the boys to a chugging contest... haha they were wasted and I looked cool. So that was one beer in 2 seconds. Rock out.
So all in all it was a good night. Would have liked to have made more money but it was the first night of beer pong and kind of chaotic. Plus I definitely made more than the last Wed that I worked so that was hot.
Well that was definitely a long and tireless description of my job but hopefully it will not bore you entirely too much.
I can't resist a little baseball FYI:
Gator Baseball games this weekend at McKethan stadium:
Friday, June 10 - Game 1
7 p.m.: Florida State (visitor) - Florida (home)
Saturday, June 11 - Game 2
7 p.m.: Florida (visitor) - Florida State (home)
Sunday, June 12 - Game 3 (if necessary)
1 p.m.: Coin Flip Would Determine Home/Visitor Designation
Let me tell you about my job.
I took my senior year of college off from working (my first senior year, that is). But now it is the summer after my fourth year of college and I have chosen to stick it out at least one more year and try to finish with a degree.
But at what cost? Basically, my cost. I am in the process of being financially "cut-off" from my parents and taking out loans. I am living off of my boyfriend right now and we are surviving off of tuna, eggs, milk and water. Needless to say there was serious need to find a job. This time in my life, unlike every other time I was desperate for a job, I was really lucky. I filled out applications all over the area near my apartment and looked through all the classifieds and couldn't find anything. Until one day, I just walked into this bar and asked if they were hiring. And low-and-behold they were- for one position as a server. I was hired on the spot as a server.
I am now about three weeks into the job and it has been a blast. Its weird though because it truly is a bar. I serve alcohol and some food here and there, but mostly alcohol to college kids and even college professors. My favorites though are the old hippies who just never left town after college and have been coming to this Pub every Tuesday since it opened.
I think its safe to say that I have never had a job that I liked. Except for when I worked for my mom, every employer I have ever had, put me down in some way. It wasn't ever directed solely to me personally, they were just immature people working unimportant jobs for a living and taking it out on their employees. They say never to talk badly about your past employers to a future employer, but I'm hoping none of my future employers are reading this blog.
But now I find myself working with a huge group of college kids. All of them are big drinkers, smokers, and anything else you can think of. And these are the people I work with. Its seriously so much fun. I wait on people and serve drinks, and "work." But mostly I'm hanging out at a bar. My bar manager pours us shots when he's bored and the first rule I learned on the job was, if you're 21 and the bar manager pours you a drink, take it. I've gotta tell you, its really intimidating taking shots, chugging car bombs, and shotgunning beer with a bunch of long-time bartenders. You can imagine that I have been practicing my drinking skills now.
So last night I had to work until about 3am. Didn't get home till like 3:30am. I had a quiz at 11am. But I need the money and I thought I could survive... Apparently, not so much. Last night we had our first Beer Pong tournament, which is now going to be a fun summer Wednesday tradition. It was pretty crazy with lots of very enthusiastic beer pong "professionals." A lot of the employees came in to see how the beer pong thing was going. Some of the bar backs/bouncers (very large frat boys) were taking shots in the back and I conned them into getting me some shots too. Wise move or mortal mistake? Some of both.
Once our bar manager starts making drinks, he likes to keep it up. If he's not working hard at the bar, he'll make us all drinks as often as he feels like it. He's also an alcoholic so as often as he feels like drinking is pretty much all the time. So I had one shot brought to me while I was just walking back from the porch. That shot was tasty and the bar back that brought it to me was not too unimpressed with my flinching-smile reaction after I took it. It was SoCo with lime (lime grenadine that is). It was very tasty but I was also dying for some alcohol at this point.
After this shot I needed a cigarette break. After the stoge and the SoCo I actually had a buzz. I was a little freaked out by this until I remembered that I had not eaten anything all day. This little trick of denying food is paying off in miraculous ways, I'm turning into a light weight which is really a cheaper way to drink!
So the next shot was given to me by the bar manager (BM for now on) in exchange for washing cups at the bar (which I love to do for fun because I get to be behind the bar and talk to the people at the bar). BM hands me the shot while I'm mid dish-washing. So my hands are wet and people are watching. I go to take the shot while the BM is staring at me in anticipation for my reaction, as usual, but then he stops and says, "oh wait." And he grabs an ice cube and sticks it in. As if it would have been the end of the world if the shot wasn't cold. So, then the BM gets distracted and I take the shot quickly (in a lofty hope to be able to take in one gulp like the BM can). So people are still watching as I throw the shot back and the ice cube hits my teeth and I realize that this shot is twice as big as the double shot I took earlier tonight, and the SoCo goes pouring down my neck and chest. Not very much SoCo was lost as I had quite a bit more to drink. So with the bar backs and bouncers laughing at me I quickly tried to redeem myself by throwing back the rest of the shot, ice cube and all went smoothly down my throat.
I am slightly unclear as to how much SoCo was actually contained in these two shots. But I was definitely drunk for awhile and definitely hungover this morning. I'm not sure why. I suppose it is because I was previously unaware of SoCo's evil powers, but now that it has come to my attention I will probably still drink it when the BM gives me a drink, but I will definitely never drink it by choice. If I look at it this way, the only alcohol that I've ever seen my dad get drunk off of was SoCo, and you should know, my dad is about 6'3" and about 325 lbs so I'd say that SoCo really isn't my cup of tea. Particularly when I have pretty much stopped eating entirely at this point.
Fortunately one of the other waitresses was there last night and she helped me clean up and double and triple count my money at the end of the night. I also had a table order two pitchers with about 20 minutes left of bar time and demand that I help them finish the pitchers. They were a really fun group of Asian kids so I said, why not? And challenged the boys to a chugging contest... haha they were wasted and I looked cool. So that was one beer in 2 seconds. Rock out.
So all in all it was a good night. Would have liked to have made more money but it was the first night of beer pong and kind of chaotic. Plus I definitely made more than the last Wed that I worked so that was hot.
Well that was definitely a long and tireless description of my job but hopefully it will not bore you entirely too much.
I can't resist a little baseball FYI:
Gator Baseball games this weekend at McKethan stadium:
Friday, June 10 - Game 1
7 p.m.: Florida State (visitor) - Florida (home)
Saturday, June 11 - Game 2
7 p.m.: Florida (visitor) - Florida State (home)
Sunday, June 12 - Game 3 (if necessary)
1 p.m.: Coin Flip Would Determine Home/Visitor Designation
posted by Violet #1 at 6/09/2005 03:30:00 PM
1 Comments:
Not sure where to post this but I wanted to ask if anyone has heard of National Clicks?
Can someone help me find it?
Overheard some co-workers talking about it all week but didn't have time to ask so I thought I would post it here to see if someone could help me out.
Seems to be getting alot of buzz right now.
Thanks
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