drinking

For shame! For shame!

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Well guess what, here’s an actual blog post. For the past few years we’ve been putting stuff on twitter cos it’s easier to get stuff off the cuff, y’know? But we’ve realize that for a lot of things we want to do a bit more thought. Hence the following.

We’d noticed over the past couple weeks a coworker was downright hostile to us. Earlier we finally got the chance to ask her:

“Hey, is there anything we did to make you angry or annoyed?”

Yes

You don’t listen to anyone
You do whatever you feel like
And you drink too much at work

Which, fair.

  1. We listen to people who can actually impinge on our tasks, i.e. management or shift leads. If you want me to go clean tables cos you’d rather get hit on by the hot guy at the bar then no.
  2. We do whatever needs doing right then and there. Food needs doing and you’re busy getting hit on? We’ll run food. Guests in line and you’re busy chatting up a table of men? We’ll ring those guests right up. I’m not at your beck and call. I’m at the business’ beck and call. We’ve told the GM to fuck off cos we’re busy doing things they’d rather not do. We’ve told the fucken CEO off. You’re a mere peon just like me.
  3. This one actually threw us for a loop. We’re currently averaging .9 beers per hour, while the KM is doing about 2 beers/hour, the sous chef is doing 1 weed joint/hour. We believe the issue you have with our drinking is that we start making conversation with the men hitting on you, which means you then have to go and do actual work.

Now, we only found out cos we asked. She wasn’t going to let us know she had a problem, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let management know there was a problem cos then they’ll look at her work performance.

(Management loves us, by the way. They can find no fault with our work, which is how we like it.)

But it is annoying. When they say that it’s hard to make friends in Minnesota they didn’t say anything about people who can’t deal with their own emotions in a healthy way.

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Biked while listening to The River, by KT Tunstall. Makes it easier.

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Alright so tonight after work I decided I wanted a fancy drink because I’m looking at working 34 days straight an’ shit. So I went out after working at FOHjob. Hit up [fancy basement bar] and had a couple of fancy drinks and was feeling good but they have a 0100 bar close. Closed out my tab, then went up the block to [breakfast to beer] joint cos why not?

Big mistake.

I get there, sit down, and order a Tito’s and soda. Then strike a conversation with the gal next to me. She bides me to sit next to her, I oblige. Start drinking, she immediately wants to make out.

I’m all for making out but at least let me get yer bloody name, girl. She’s not that young, I’m thinking she’s in her 50s so she’s been around the block a few times. Yet here she is, hitting up a perfect stranger for some hot PDA.

So we make out until bar close (which at 0200 is okay-ish. I’m thinking MN should move to 0300).

During this entire exchange of salivary gland fluids I didn’t volunteer my name, nor did she. I got called adorable, cute, smart, intelligent, adorable (again) and what was it I did again? (server bitch at FOHjob). Every time I’d try to answer she’d try to shut me up with her lips.

I’m okay with that. I love making out. But I also like knowing who I am making out with. Kept trying to make conversation, to no avail; she would not have it. I close our tab (I paid for her drinks too, thankfully she hadn’t drunk that much) and start walking to her place, with frequent stops for warming up, as it were. She kept saying she lived three blocks from the bar and did not try to get an Uber right from the get go so I thought we were good.

We get to her place and then she says “I’m not comfortable with you.”

Wait, what?

I’m confused. You’re giving me all the signals but… fine, whatever. Yes, I am disappointed because I would like to touch someone and I would like to be touched. Fine. FINE. FINE.

So I bid her goodnight as she’s walking up the stairs to her door. Then she realizes she’s too drunk to find her keys, walks down the stairs and opens her garage. Last I saw of her was her smile as the garage door closed.

Well, okay. That was… disappointing, to say the least.

I made my way back to my bike, biked to my place and now here I am typing this up at three in the bloody morning as a lesson to myself to not trust any random women hitting me up at the bar:

Elle the Enabler
@WhatThe__Elle
@nullrend Your past self saved your future self. Smart.
3:05am · 11 Nov 2018 · Twitter for iPhone

Maybe she’s right. I just didn’t want to spend the night alone, is all.

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