The Crutch

Working in the service industry is hard, to say the least. Dealing with people for hours on end in a usually high pace environment takes its toll both emotionally and physically. Sometimes, you just have to sneak a cocktail on the side just to keep your sanity. Personally, I reserve this work perk for only the most crazy of nights, such as New Years Eve. I will smuggle a beer into the bathroom and pound it in the privacy of the shitter…just to take the edge off. A few of the staff like to drink every night. I don’t really care. To each his own right? However, I will never give them shots, glasses of wine, cocktails, or even a taster for that matter, without a ticket. My philosophy is that if they want to drink, they are going to have to figure out how to do it on their own. I enjoy being employed and certainly don’t want to lose my job over a co-worker in need of a crutch. Anyway, this evening we were extremely busy with the kill a turkey crowd. About an hour into the night, I ran out of Bud Light at the bar and had to run back to the liquor storeroom to grab another case. As I opened the door and rushed in, I discovered one of our new waiters had snuck in there and was halfway through pouring a Corona into his styrofoam cup. Surprise mother fucker! I caught the rookie so off guard, he spilled the other half of the Corona all over his uniform at my unexpected entry. He was understandably freaked out and quickly realizing he could lose his job over this. I just laughed and asked if I could get him a lime. He gave me a grateful smile and rapidly exited my storeroom. Fair is fair. Happy Thanksgiving!