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I Love Regulars

12 Apr

The best part of working at the bar (other than the party, and the music, and the fun, and the dancing, and the people watching, and the liquor…) is making friends with regulars.

I have a new regular that is pretty much amazing 100% of the time.  I actually may have stolen him from one of the other bartenders… Regular used to “belong” to a different bartender, but he’s mine now. Bwahaha.  Anyway, he comes and visits me most Thursdays.

I can’t say that I know too much about him other than he lives in Campbell, is a self-proclaimed computer geek, and has excellent taste in liquor (mmmm crown!!). He doesn’t actually talk about himself, which is rare. If you work in the service industry, you know how customers just LOVE to talk about themselves.  He keeps quiet, practically making him an enigma.




Here’s the meat of the story why he’s awesome: he brought me a cake last night.

So a few background details: we’d had discussion of said cake a few days prior, and I didn’t actually think he’d bring one.  I think it is a typical “girl” thing to do to make ridiculous demands and see what will actually transpire.  “Buy me a pony” and “I would like a yellow Lamborghini, please” never really work (not like we ever expect them to).  HOWEVER, women are so used to being shot down, that when we DO make demands, we never believe they will get fulfilled.

Until Regular actually brought me a motherfuckin cake. YIPPIE!

Oh, and did I mention I played hooky from work last night to sit at home in my pajamas? Fail. I wasn’t actually there to receive it, so instead I got this lovely tortuous photo, guilting me and making me feel like crap that I bailed.




Lesson learned: regulars are awesome, and it’s always worth it to suck it up and just go into work.


the claws come out

7 Sep

so generally about 95% of the time at work, i am a sweetheart.  i take everything in stride and am very easy going.  i smile (mostly its genuine), i am polite, and very rarely lose my cool.

that being said… there are a few times i have snapped.

once on a super crowded and busy night, some drunk fool was standing in my waitress well for about an hour and a half. every time i would come back to either give an order, clear some cups, or exchange tender, the man would be in my way. i would sweetly smile and ask him to move.

for those of you who don’t know what a waitress well is, let me explain.  the well is a portion of the bar that is either roped off, or there are metal bars that stick up and out. the purpose of these is to keep people from falling into me as i’m doing my job.  common bar courtesy denotes that as a customer, you do NOT stand in the well while a waitress is working.

anyway, he kept standing there and generally irritating me all night as i had to ask him at least once every two minutes to move out of my way. is it really a goddamned surprise to you that i KEEP coming back to the same spot? weird, right?! one time i came back with full glasses of beer because the person who had ordered them had disappeared, so i was returning to the well to drop them off. the customer looks at the glasses and then at me and says, ‘honey, you’re not  fucking supposed to  be bringing drinks TO the fucking bar. you’re supposed to be dropping them off at the fucking tables!!’

gee. really? is that how it works? i’ve only been working here for seven months, so thank you dearly for letting me know the protocol and procedure for my job.

remember when i said i am a peach 95% of the time? yeah. enough is enough. i had to snap back at him, so i responded, ‘honey, do  not fucking tell me how to do my fucking job. k, thanks.’ and went about my business.  people heard, they laughed.  it was glorious.

drunk patron- 0, feisty cocktail waitress- 1