Tales of a Late Night Server

HAHAHA 

Literally just googled "what should I do with my life".

SATURDAY NIGHT AT WORK!

The Bar was at overcapacity on Saturday and I couldn't even move through the crowd. Basically just stood at the service well and cried. 

I've worked over 30 hours in the past three days AT A BAR !!! This means no breaks, no overtime and constantly running drinks. PLUS I DEAL WITH ALL OF YOU STUPID DRUNK IDIOTS! 

Last night a guy came into The Bar that had gotten kicked out 3 weeks ago for getting head on the D Floor from a tranny. 

No word of a lie. Friday night, The Bar was super busy while they were gettin' busy. 

If you want to complain that your drink doesn't have booze in it, go home and make your own. 

Did not work. Hair is looking the greasiest. Had to throw her up into a sock bun for work... 

The protestors are back, once again protesting a clothing store that sells Canada Goose products. They stand outside of our building and scream "FUR IS MURDER! HAVE SOME COMPASSION!" for hours, waking me up at this godforsaken time (2pm). They need to show some compassion for those of us who don't get off work until 3AM. 

I started washing my hair with the "no poo" method a couple weeks ago and just read an article that says the baking powder actually breaks your hair down! My fine as fuck blonde locks cannot take the risk of becoming any weaker. So I'm switching to a raw honey method today... Fingers crossed! 

Don’t ask your server what the ingredients are in a drink. I’m just making that shit up cause I’m too busy and apathetic to worry about your fake ass gluten free shit. 

If you’re making out beside the bar, the serving staff is making fun of you. 

What you think you look like: 

What you really look like: