Sunday, July 11
Another? Cheers.
I've got loads of little ideas buzzing about my head concerning what to write about the last week, so I've decided to not bother with my usual epic chronological post, instead splitting it up into loads of little bite-size snippets. They're going to be all over the place regarding times and events, but I will hopefully be able to cover everything that happened. It'll probably be easier to digest than 3,500 words in one go.Hopefully.
I'll start with the various things that have gone on at work, since it seems to be dominating my life at the moment, both in terms of time and thought.
I was at Y on Tuesday night, my first shift of the week. I was once again left to my own devices behind the bar, since mY had been working from 7 that morning, dealing with deliveries and the like. It was fairly busy when I got there at 6 in the evening, but nothing I couldn't handle.
That, of course, changed. I think it was due to that Formula 1 demonstration on Regent Street, because Y isn't too far from that area, and is much better than all of the pubs that I know of in and around Oxford Circus (yes, that includes my other pub, X). We had a mad rush of people around 8.00, and I was snowed under. I was going as quickly as I could, but ever more people kept turning up to the bar.
I had to phone upstairs to get mY to help me, which she did for about 15 minutes, until the mass of people crowded round the bar eventually ebbed away. I swear I've never worked so hard in my life. Well, that's a lie. Let me rephrase it to be the hardest I've ever worked behind a bar in my life.
As I said, I got there at 6, and it wasn't until 8.45 that I wasn't serving anybody. Quite literally, I was constantly serving one customer or another for over 2 and a half hours without a moment's rest to grab myself a drink, or to clear glasses from any tables. I definitely earnt my money that night.
Which is in complete and utter contrast to Friday and Saturday night.
On Friday I was at Y. I arrived an hour later than I was (apparently) supposed to, but I swear that mY said to me on Tuesday that I was due to start at 7 on the Friday. I'm pretty good at remembering these things, and this one stood out because I knew that I was starting at 6 at X on both Wednesday and Saturday. Friday was thus different, which is why I remembered it being at 7.
mY was cool about it though, and didn't give me a bollocking. My arrival enabled her to retire to her apartment for the evening, and I was left with a Japanese girl by the name of Michiko to run the bar. She was cool, very eager and friendly, and we got on with doing the pub-thing, serving drinks, clearing glasses and all of that shit.
Most of the regulars left really early, by around 8, which was in complete contrast to last Friday. It also left me feeeling really bored and apathetic towards working, since I had no real entertainment. Of course there were the odd people who were a good laugh, but no-one who really grabbed me as someone to talk to.
It probably didn't help that I was quite tired, since I'd not gone to bed until nearly 5 the night before (no reason that I can think of), and had got up even later than usual. More on my sleeping patterns in another post.
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I will end this post a little abruptly, since I'm off to play a bit of football with my housemates. More a little later, I promise!
1 Comments:
Post more pictures of you! I want to see more of what you look like!
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