You’ve all seen my bitchery about people who try to drink without their ID, but tonight took the cake!

We have a new cocktail server, we’ll call her Espy.  Espy has attitude.  Espy has a lot of attitude.  Espy is also very annoying, her voice, her mannerisms, her lack of skill.

Espy was in tonight playing pool with 2 other girls that I’m assuming were family like she said.  They all wanted a drink, so I carded them.  We’ve had a cocktail get fired for not carding, so I wasn’t taking any chances.  “They’re old enough,” Espy says, pointing at them, “she’s my sister, she’s 31″ pointing at the short pudgy one with the hooters shirt on.  “That may be the case, Espy, but if she doesn’t have her ID, she can’t drink.  You know that!”  I check Espy and one of the girls ID’s, and they check out.  Then I see the other girl handing Hooter girl her id, like I’m not going to notice that it’s the same one I just looked at.

“I’m not serving her with your id, so you may as well get it back.”  Later, after I got the drinks for Espy and the other girl that had her ID, I knew that one of those drinks would end up in “hooter’s” hand and belly.  Sure enough, I caught Hooter drinking on one of them.  I didn’t take it, because I didn’t want to start drama, but I did let them know that they wouldn’t be served again, and that Espy would have to talk to a manager about their actions.  I still don’t know what happened after that, but I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow.

I don’t know what the big deal is with people!  The rules are very clear.  YOU MUST HAVE YOUR ID TO DRINK!  No if’s and’s or but’s!  I’m not bending the rules for you, no matter what!

So we’re having bad weather here in Nashville tonight, and at one point, the power in my building went out.  The guests were “advised” the same we were, to go to the bathrooms when there was talk of a tornado.  We had many guests who said “Fuck it” and stayed right where they were.  Me, I had ornery bitches.  They paid for their bowling right before the power went out, and then hid in the toilets.  Once they came back out, I had to hunt them down to get them to pay.

“I already paid for my drinks.”  Bitcharella said to me.

“No, you paid for your bowling.”

“Well the girl up front ran my card twice.”

“Yes, because you had two lanes.  There’s not a way for us to combine those checks, ma’am.”   I’m standing with a copy of her check in my hand, waiting to get her card to pay.

“Then why was one more than the other?”

“Because all 6 pairs of shoes you rented were on one of the checks.”

“Well,” she started, getting a really bitchy look on her face, “Your system is fucked up, and I think you need to find a way to do this…” at that point, her voice started doing a “Blah Blah Blah” theme in my head, and I started tuning her out.  She ended up stiffing me, and I wanted to knock her fat permed head off her fat ugly body.  Stupid whore.

You all may be wondering why I’ve not blogged as much as normal.  The reason is that I’ve been working a bit on my book lately.  I realize now that I have to learn balance, and have to not let you all down.  I’ll get more posts up soon, I promise.

It’s not been confirmed yet, but I don’t believe I got the bar job, as excited as I was when I thought I got it.  I’m a little pissed about it, and something at work has got to change.  I’m out job hunting because if nothing changes, such as the fact that I’ve been there over a year and I’m still a cocktail, not even training anymore, not moving forward, it’s not worth it anymore.  I want to move forward, and the fact that I’m not really upsets me, so I’m trying to find a place where I can advance, or at least be happy with what I’m doing.

I need your help with new polls people, I’m running out of ideas!  You’ll be credited if yours is used, so either leave me a comment here, or send me an e-mail.  The “Found a Pen” link is up, and surprisingly, nobody has commented there yet.  I’ve got pens all across Nashville, among other areas, so hopefully some will be popping up here soon.

Round Table should be up tomorrow or late tonight at “At least call me Miss…..”

I’ll be back soon, and I may post the first chapter of my book so I can get some opinions on it.

Ribeye

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