Casey's
Hello fans
Ok I have a bit to catch you up on. I have another job. And it is silly but necessary. I work at a pub. Yes I am a barmaid by night, watermeter doer by day. I try not to reflect to much on this but I will right now just to keep you updated.
So I walk into a pub last weds day (looking like Linus - coverall, dust and shiat) asked for a job, told them I had no resume or bar experience and so...I was working Saturday. This story takes place in Casey's neighbourhood pub. I thought good choice, 4 blocks from home, seems established, good food...)
After the quick rundown (my tray, the computer, where the ashtrays go, where the butts go after they have become butts, when to clean the ashtrays, how many ashtrays on a table) I was off. The obvious first thing you have to learn in such a setting are the regulars. Not one or two, but all 50. I should know them by name/face/drink of choice.
I tried to remember. Frank - bud. Mo - bud. Ron - bud (with tomato not clamato) The rest of them are named buddy and they too drink alcohol. And not for the first hour but for the entire 5 hours of my entire shift. And they don't sip, they drink more than I have ever seen and if you know my family, I have seen drinkers. Impressive at first until they become drunk and disorderly. Frank gets surley. He is about 70 (or 40 but they all are wearing jean jackets with grey hair) and offers to leave his wife for me every 12 mins I need to clear his empties. (I forgot to mention the 3 butt rule - more than 3 butts, clear the ashtray)
There are also regular women but they aren't very nice to me. I think that they maybe married to Frank or Mo but after 5 hours, it doesn't seem to matter. Either way I have to smile and pretend they are funny and that I would love to sit and have a drink with them after work.
It's all fun and games. I have worked 3 shifts and have no idea what is on the menu. I closed Monday night. That was fun. We close at 12 (actually the last call is 12) Here is how that went. Mike was pounding back the Guiness by himself (but not really by himself because I was walking around checking ashtrays) and Jo walked in to have a smoke and a crown/coke. By himself. They were soon buddies. Then Sara, Terri, and another girl i work with come in too sit and drink at the "staff" table. Kerry (my bartender lady/boss who is hangin at the staff table with the girls and her 2 friends) is telling me what to do, what to clean and where we store the extra ashtrays...and that we just have to wait for people to finish their drinks. Suddenly a round of shots. great, because it is monday and who doesnt like to get shammered that night...anyway, at last call the girls order 2 of whatever it is they're drinking. (Have to remember Terri like extra sauce in her ceaser) This round of shots is one Mike and he has orderd them for all 7 of his "buddies".
Everyone leaves, and the cloud of smoke is still present around the staff table. It has been an hour of me sitting and sipping my gingerale...crosslegged...still smiling at Mike who actually grew up in Abby and wanted to know if I knew Billy and the Mt.Lehman exit. I think this job move was a great choice.
Ghetto Fabulous people!
Librarian just fluttered the lights..warning library closed in 15.
Love you all...more stories tomorrow. I'm sure this has been enough for you to picture. Again, sorry about no pictures. That would have been hilarious. Also, no time for spell check, deal with it.
Love Chief
Ok I have a bit to catch you up on. I have another job. And it is silly but necessary. I work at a pub. Yes I am a barmaid by night, watermeter doer by day. I try not to reflect to much on this but I will right now just to keep you updated.
So I walk into a pub last weds day (looking like Linus - coverall, dust and shiat) asked for a job, told them I had no resume or bar experience and so...I was working Saturday. This story takes place in Casey's neighbourhood pub. I thought good choice, 4 blocks from home, seems established, good food...)
After the quick rundown (my tray, the computer, where the ashtrays go, where the butts go after they have become butts, when to clean the ashtrays, how many ashtrays on a table) I was off. The obvious first thing you have to learn in such a setting are the regulars. Not one or two, but all 50. I should know them by name/face/drink of choice.
I tried to remember. Frank - bud. Mo - bud. Ron - bud (with tomato not clamato) The rest of them are named buddy and they too drink alcohol. And not for the first hour but for the entire 5 hours of my entire shift. And they don't sip, they drink more than I have ever seen and if you know my family, I have seen drinkers. Impressive at first until they become drunk and disorderly. Frank gets surley. He is about 70 (or 40 but they all are wearing jean jackets with grey hair) and offers to leave his wife for me every 12 mins I need to clear his empties. (I forgot to mention the 3 butt rule - more than 3 butts, clear the ashtray)
There are also regular women but they aren't very nice to me. I think that they maybe married to Frank or Mo but after 5 hours, it doesn't seem to matter. Either way I have to smile and pretend they are funny and that I would love to sit and have a drink with them after work.
It's all fun and games. I have worked 3 shifts and have no idea what is on the menu. I closed Monday night. That was fun. We close at 12 (actually the last call is 12) Here is how that went. Mike was pounding back the Guiness by himself (but not really by himself because I was walking around checking ashtrays) and Jo walked in to have a smoke and a crown/coke. By himself. They were soon buddies. Then Sara, Terri, and another girl i work with come in too sit and drink at the "staff" table. Kerry (my bartender lady/boss who is hangin at the staff table with the girls and her 2 friends) is telling me what to do, what to clean and where we store the extra ashtrays...and that we just have to wait for people to finish their drinks. Suddenly a round of shots. great, because it is monday and who doesnt like to get shammered that night...anyway, at last call the girls order 2 of whatever it is they're drinking. (Have to remember Terri like extra sauce in her ceaser) This round of shots is one Mike and he has orderd them for all 7 of his "buddies".
Everyone leaves, and the cloud of smoke is still present around the staff table. It has been an hour of me sitting and sipping my gingerale...crosslegged...still smiling at Mike who actually grew up in Abby and wanted to know if I knew Billy and the Mt.Lehman exit. I think this job move was a great choice.
Ghetto Fabulous people!
Librarian just fluttered the lights..warning library closed in 15.
Love you all...more stories tomorrow. I'm sure this has been enough for you to picture. Again, sorry about no pictures. That would have been hilarious. Also, no time for spell check, deal with it.
Love Chief
posted by Lauren | 5:29 PM
2 Comments:
I can totally picture it. As a service industry alum, I feel you.
*shakes head* Theres always those people who think YOU must have no life because you don't get trashed with them after each and every shift. Do they tip good? Those people must have nothing better to do than burn their cash right?
You forgot to mention the most important reason to work at 'Casey's' its the same as our little establishment in UCFV. Anyhow girl, I'm looking forward to hearing more about your adventures. Post some pics, it would be hilarious.
ps. Mentally rehearse some "creep repellant" phrases, they will serve you well.
God Bless.
Chief
Okay, seriously...you are freakin hilarious!! Reading these random stories makes procrastinating writing papers so worth while!! I know I've talked to you twice already today but I still felt the need to say hi! I love you and miss you like crazy!! Thanks for keeping us updated on your crazy adventures....please write back soon about your passion for the pine beetle situation(hehehe) Talk to you soon!! Love CJ
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