fallfromgrace

How was your Saturday?

Here's how mine went. I got to work, nothing was done... the bar wasn't set up. Around midnight my boss disappeared to go cry in her office for an hour and a half. During that time a group of russians came in and started causing a ruckus. at closing, we had to cut a bunch of them off, throw them out, and then there was a brawl. my security guards got beat up, mostly because the russians were pussies and would run and then cheap shot the bouncers. one is gonna be in the hospital, and now I've gotta arm myself when I work on saturdays. At least these guys are going to jail, one of them pulled a knife.

So yeah, I'm looking for a new job pronto. It struck me as I drove by my own favorite bar, that the lights were off, everything was clean in there, and I couldn't help but think that I have way too much shit to deal with at the place I work. Least of all the cleanup, but mostly now I don't know if I'm gonna get shot or stabbed or pummelled because some fucking ruskies like to hold a grudge.

Good times. And this is just the tip of the colossal iceberg that is my job.