this past sunday night i got into an argument with an off duty manager. long story short we both said things we shouldn't have.
now im suspended for a week and its my final notice at work. any incident from here on out is immediate termination. plus this suspension is going to cost me over 1G, managers are no longer allowed to drink and im sure more is to come. Plus Jessie and I planned on purchasing our season passes for snowboarding this winter next month.
oh, and the cost of what was up until then a good friend.
oh well.
happy two year anniversary of working at theHalf King.
up next:
yet another call from mom.
LiB
24 September 2008
09 September 2008
"but bar keep, he worked for Chanel!!"
fashion week has pretty much come and gone. I didn't walk in any shows but I definitely partied a bit. I'll admit, i'm a little anxious to get my go but I am confident my time will come.
regardless, it foes without fell business's, especially bars, pick up during fashion week. even more so if you are in a hot spot around the city such as meatpacking, les (lower east side), and other go to's.
short side of the story is I was working sunday night behind the bar and as you would guess around 2:30am when I am fixin' to get shutting down for home and chatting up my remaining customer, mostly regulars, here comes a troop of fashion heads.
the group of eight or so consisted of 3 older white haired men, 2/3 women, 3/4 drunk and coked up, and 1/2 questionable in age.
The one older lady comes up to me almost in tears (bad start) begging for a round of shots. Peering over the beer taps i spot two wobbly 14y/oish looking girls looking like they're playing Dance, Dance Nation in slow motion.
I ask for IDs. The crowd goes silent. (another bad sign)
"Listen, we just left the shows and just need some drinks," the mouthpiece of the group says. Keep in mind my bar is off the beaten path let alone 3 avenues west and nineteen blocks south of the fashion week epicenter.
"That's fine m'am, I just need to see everyones ID," I retort. I obviously didn't want to see the older peoples to check their age, just their motor skills.
I get about half their IDs, of course none of the questionable ones, before The Mouthpiece (MP) begins ordering.
"ok, we need shots of tequila (no number, bad sign), chilled, Patron. Stellas, and---", she stumbles out before I cut her off.
"I still haven't seen everyone's ID."
"whose else do you need to see?"
"Her, Her, Her, Him, Her, Him, and Hers," I saw, pointing to the group members who look younger than me.
"this is ridiculous," some douche says as he thrusts his ID at me.
"There's nothing ridiculous about The Law, Sir. You're in a Bar."
The Mouthpiece is tearing up (why so desperate and pleading, I think to myself. Cut off at another bar, and no one else will serve you?), "We just want some drinks, can we just -- I need you to get me drinks, we're tired of walking."
"I need to see ID"
"Their from all over the world, we just left the shows."
"Then passports."
"they don't--- please, why are you being so mean."
"There are plenty of bars in the city, I will not serve anyone without ID."
"well can I just order everyone's drinks? I have ID."
"Yes, you can order your drink. One per person with ID."
"you're being, impossible."
"im doing my job. and you're friend is lighting a cigarette. No Smoking inside in NY."
"ugh, please, I dont want to be embarrassed. I'll pay whatever, please!"
"There's another bar straight down the street, try there. I'm no serving you."
"Do you see that man over there, he's worked for CHANEL! FOR PRADA!!! FO----"
"M'am, I honestly dont care who he's worked for or what you will give me, you all need to leave. It's not worth risking the Liquor License whatever it is."
after I received a few FUCK YOUs there was silence again.
its instances like these that make me ashamed to be associated with such a vapid industry. no one cared about anything but liquor and themselves. Did they forget the laws because there were so drunk? foreign? ignorance is no excuse or exemption.
get over yourselves.
regardless, it foes without fell business's, especially bars, pick up during fashion week. even more so if you are in a hot spot around the city such as meatpacking, les (lower east side), and other go to's.
short side of the story is I was working sunday night behind the bar and as you would guess around 2:30am when I am fixin' to get shutting down for home and chatting up my remaining customer, mostly regulars, here comes a troop of fashion heads.
the group of eight or so consisted of 3 older white haired men, 2/3 women, 3/4 drunk and coked up, and 1/2 questionable in age.
The one older lady comes up to me almost in tears (bad start) begging for a round of shots. Peering over the beer taps i spot two wobbly 14y/oish looking girls looking like they're playing Dance, Dance Nation in slow motion.
I ask for IDs. The crowd goes silent. (another bad sign)
"Listen, we just left the shows and just need some drinks," the mouthpiece of the group says. Keep in mind my bar is off the beaten path let alone 3 avenues west and nineteen blocks south of the fashion week epicenter.
"That's fine m'am, I just need to see everyones ID," I retort. I obviously didn't want to see the older peoples to check their age, just their motor skills.
I get about half their IDs, of course none of the questionable ones, before The Mouthpiece (MP) begins ordering.
"ok, we need shots of tequila (no number, bad sign), chilled, Patron. Stellas, and---", she stumbles out before I cut her off.
"I still haven't seen everyone's ID."
"whose else do you need to see?"
"Her, Her, Her, Him, Her, Him, and Hers," I saw, pointing to the group members who look younger than me.
"this is ridiculous," some douche says as he thrusts his ID at me.
"There's nothing ridiculous about The Law, Sir. You're in a Bar."
The Mouthpiece is tearing up (why so desperate and pleading, I think to myself. Cut off at another bar, and no one else will serve you?), "We just want some drinks, can we just -- I need you to get me drinks, we're tired of walking."
"I need to see ID"
"Their from all over the world, we just left the shows."
"Then passports."
"they don't--- please, why are you being so mean."
"There are plenty of bars in the city, I will not serve anyone without ID."
"well can I just order everyone's drinks? I have ID."
"Yes, you can order your drink. One per person with ID."
"you're being, impossible."
"im doing my job. and you're friend is lighting a cigarette. No Smoking inside in NY."
"ugh, please, I dont want to be embarrassed. I'll pay whatever, please!"
"There's another bar straight down the street, try there. I'm no serving you."
"Do you see that man over there, he's worked for CHANEL! FOR PRADA!!! FO----"
"M'am, I honestly dont care who he's worked for or what you will give me, you all need to leave. It's not worth risking the Liquor License whatever it is."
after I received a few FUCK YOUs there was silence again.
its instances like these that make me ashamed to be associated with such a vapid industry. no one cared about anything but liquor and themselves. Did they forget the laws because there were so drunk? foreign? ignorance is no excuse or exemption.
get over yourselves.
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