Numero Two-oh

Kayyyyyyyyy, so. . . .

I'm home early from work, and it's 2 O'clock, it was fucking dead. I'm serious, I was flyering for about 45 minutes because we had an offer on; if I gave you a flyer, you go into Reflex, which was free entry, hand the flyer over the bar, and you get a free drink. You would not BELIEVE how many people dont want to have a free drink, how stupid can you get!? There was no catch or anything, just go in, give the barstaff the flyer, and get a free double Bacardi and mixer. I had so many people just go "No thanks mate.", and I'm like, "but it's free you fools!". . . . .fucking dickheads some people, lol.
And I came so close to twatting this one foreign guy over the bar, I swear to God. "I gave you a twenty, you gave me change for a ten", in all fairness, i'm the barstaff, i'm the sober one, i'm right, I know i'm right, so why dont you fuck off? Just because you think you gave me a twenty does not mean i'm stupid enough to give you a tenner that you think you need, so you can walk away with a drink AND more money than you started with. It's a bar, the entire point of it is that YOU pay for the drinks, not that I give you money and a drink, "Yes! Please, take this alcohol AND the money from my till!", it's not gonna happen. Funniest thing though, he asked to see my manage, she said the exact same thing to him, and he got so pissed off he tried to pick up his drinks and storm off, and tipped one everywhere, GUTTED. That's karma that is. Speaking of which, working in an 80's bar does have it's advantages, you wouldn't admit you knew me if you saw me behind the bar when Karma Chameleon comes on, I dance like a total fucking fruit cake. It's unreal.
On the other hand, there were also some pretty nice people out and about, I had a few conversations with people that proper made me smile.
And what is it about Chavs? A guy tried to kiss me, and went "I bet you loved it mate", I loved how his friends saw how annoyed I got and literally just grabbed him and said "Fucking go, you prick! You're an asshole when your drunk, you know that?" then apologised to me, haha.

I dont say this very often, okay, well, lately I do, but my God I could murder a ciggarette, and a drink. I just wanna get wrecked, lol.
I also love how many people love me when their drunk, best thing on earth is being told by fuck knows how many people that you are the best person ever, just because they're getting a free drink, fuck yeah.
Plus i'm really starting to form quite strong friendships with the people I work with, which is great, you can never have too many friends, and in a bar you can never have too many people watching your back.

AND OH MY GOD, I fucking hate pikeys. Some Irish guy came in, looked like a total fucking tramp anyway, so you can tell he had his dole money this week and came out to piss it up the wall, could not understand a single word he said. Mainly because he was pissed, but he was a cunt anyway. It took me the best part of ten minutes to get "Double vodka and diet coke" out of him. He kept asking for something called "west coast cola", like i'm supposed to know what the fuck that is. It's diet coke, so call it diet coke you muppet.

Anyway, i'm cold, thirsty, maybe i'm gonna steal one of my mums fags, and a can or 12, and then I have to do it all again tommorrow night. I usually like saturdays, so lets see what tommorrows like.

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