When I started Tales From A Bar around nine months ago…I had no idea what a positive influence it would have on me as a bartender. I have learned all kinds of jokes, quotes, trivia, new cocktails, random bits and pieces of cocktail history…and have met several established like-minded individuals who have been incredibly supportive. Check out their websites on my blogroll! I am also surprised at the therapeutic benefits that have arisen. When I have a crazy or weird night behind the bar…I can always smile and remind myself that I have an outlet to share these experiences. Thanks for reading! So tonight…my first customer ordered a chicken caesar salad and a water. What the fuck am I? A waiter? Do you see the forty or fifty bottles displayed behind me? They are not filled with water. Didn’t you read my last post where I clearly defined myself as bartender? Please go sit at a table you cheap bitch. Anyway…I ordered the salad and because we have a new chef…it took twenty minutes to arrive. She walked out just before it was finished. I ate it hastily in the back. When I called Donkey over with his magical managers card to comp the salad due to the kitchen falling behind…he kind of gave me a little shit…as if it was my fault. I apologized to the jackass, he waved his wand…and I enjoyed my full stomach. An hour later an elderly couple sat down and ordered two glasses of chardonnay along with a split order of a shrimp caesar salad. The salad arrived faster this time, but the shrimp weren’t completely cooked. They were furious and gave me the death stare until their salad was properly remade. Minutes felt like hours. I didn’t charge them for it and once again had to ask Donkey for a comp. When he asked me the reason…I told the fuckface to go talk to the chef because I am pretty sure they didn’t complain about the chardonnay. My last customer of the evening snuck out on his tab when my back was turned…two beers…twelve dollars. Fucking prick. I paid the alcohol marinated slippery piece of shits tab to save myself from having to further explain another persons actions to my Donkey of a manager. The energy bill caught up with me tonight.
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Bravo. I know exactly how you feel. I spent years working at a bar that happened to be open early and served breakfast during daylight hours. All kinds of people would get the wrong idea particularly at night when the lights were dim, music pumping, and backbar glowing. “Err…. can I get a ham-egg-and-cheese on a roll and an ice water?” lol…
Nice shout outs to your fellow barkeeps. This blog is one of the few that inspired me.
Blogging does change the job a bit. It is pretty therapeutic to be able to post a good rant after a hard shift. I also agree that a vast majority of the bloggers in the industry are incredibly supportive of each other. I have considered meeting many of them one of the coolest perks of my blog.
You have contributed your share and more to this collective learning experience, Caveman — from the great videos, to the Korean “mouse” liqueur, to your day to day musing and observations. Keep up the good work. Glad to consider you a comrade-in-arms.
This has all been a huge learning experience for me. I thank each of you for welcoming me into the service industry blogging community. I appreciate your respective comments, support, criticism and of course…blogs. Thanks again.