warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plenty of Jack Daniels in The Union Jack *Wade in the water* Weirdest night at work. Started this new pub job a couple of weeks ago. Quite nervous before hand because the horror stories of Wigan pubs being full of all the people who give Wigan it's BNP stronghold status and me being the friendly face of Carlsberg provision! Last night it kicked off first with a very drunk baldie man accusing me of shortchanging him by a tenner. I thought I might have so I told him my manager would have to cash up to find out if it was the wrong change given. But at that exact time the big group who had a tab were disputing the amount of drinks 'theres no way 8 of us could have got through 24 pints of guiness!14 glasses of rose..etc' 'well, by your drunken arguing with poor bar staff I'd say yes, yes, you most definately did!' (said my brain) So baldie man is shouting at me, getting incredibly irate, attacking me because I'm still serving customers while I wait for my manager to deal with the other irate customers, threatening to call the police, as the other group also threaten to call the police! Madness. Eventually, Baldie man drags his tail to the bar and slurs that his girlfriend is more sober than him and she checked his money - I didn't short change him at all! haha! Love when that happens. Then, later, I over hear a what I presumed would be an open, London mind (haha) a sixty something cockney start on a rant about 'Niggers' and 'Koons'. I couldn't hear all of what he was saying (didn't sound positive) but one of the chefs from next door whose at the bar, couldn't look at him and was asking if I was okay etc... We cleared up at the end and stayed having a couple of drinks. Me, my manager and the chef from next door (who lived downthe road from Granma for 8 months last year - nice. A Wigan person whose lived other places who doesn't support casual racism!). The worst thing was the drinker I'd been talking to most the night was happy to stand there with that stupid bright green t-shirt straining over his cavernous belly, and smile and nod at this guys grim views of humanity. That's alot of people who would do that, I'm sure. We locked up and left and chef guy refused a lift in my managers taxi "I love to walk!" he insisted a little too strongly. We were about to head off our separate ways and he slightly awkwardly asks if he can have my number? After all our general talk all night about how do you know if someone likes you? And taking the piss out of me for (FULLY UNTRUE!) going out to meet the love of my life every time I go out! Not drinking and just stood in the corner waiting to pounce on him when he arrives!Quite sweet though. Feels great, if not a little concerning that I'm not going to London to work i this holiday - I don't at present have full-time work but I'm saving at least �400 not going back to London and I' going to try and hustle some up with the manager of another place who my current manager knows. I feel that I'm saving myself a HELL of a lot of emotional upheaval, sadness and stress by not going back. I'll be home for 5 days at Christmas, the longest I've had in at least 4 years!! Yaaaay!!! 2/ Played this nutty World Contact Improvisation champion from Cuba..in a unitard, getting carried in on Amey's back, cape with a Cuban flag stitched on it, big shades. Me and Jack Evans (a rival champion from Dublin) then did this piss-take - ridiculous, pretentious, bizarre, funny from everyone's reactions (many in tears) x 9:43 a.m. - 2012-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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