#bartenderstories

Here’s my experience as a shit pothead thinking I am what I once was

Finds half smoked joint from past bartender.

Fuck it. Lights up.

Does closing duty.

I’m done. Cool.

Hey I forgot this

And this.

And this.

FUCK I FORGOT THE PUKE IN THE MENS BATHROOM.

*mops more than wanted*

Finished shit.

Fuck I forgot my drawer.

Great gotta clock in.

*Clocks in

Get my drawer

*clock out.

Count my drawer.

*Fuck I’m high

Can’t understand counting a combined drawer( since I picked up the rest of the last hour of the last bartenders shift).

Counts to 400.

Fuck.

I forgot my financial.

*Clock in

Prints financial.

*Clock out

Fuck I forgot to enter my tips.

*Clock in.

Enter tips.

*Clocked out.

FUCK

I FORGOT TO PRINT MY NEW FINANCIAL

*CLOCKS IN

PRINTS FINANCIAL

CLOCKS OUT*

I come back to the guests after a couple minutes of letting them peruse.

"Excuse me, is it still Happy Hour?"

Gentleman pointed at The Bruery Mischief, which is a Belgian Golden Strong Ale, "I'll have the Bruery Mischief."

I turn around to start pouring the beer.

"That's a blonde ale right?"

No, it's a Belgian.

"Oh.."