This time of year is hard for everyone. Not only do you have work and family obligations but the holidays are rapidly approaching which means, cooking, gift buying, decorating and just going here, there and everywhere. It’s difficult and I honestly don’t know how we all do it!
The last week was completely exhausting for me. It started off with a quick three-day trip to Philadelphia which did wrap up my travel season for my “big girl” job. Thank goodness…I really don’t think I could get on one more airplane this year. I got back to the ‘burgh and worked my Wednesday night and Thursday day shift at our bar. Friday I managed to almost finish my Christmas shopping and then it was back to work at the bar for the weekend and let me tell you, this weekend was tough! It was the first weekend, in almost five years of ownership, where I had a mental break from dealing with the type of people you have deal with in a bar. I now know, and completely understand, why people in the service industry are slightly "off" from the rest of the population.
Friday night I had the most ridiculous customers...EVER! We had DJs and the music was great but I was dealing with complete asses and/or amateurs. One woman, who I absolutely cannot stand (I’m desperately trying to figure out a way to get her ban for life) actually tipped me with a plastic, 2006 Steelers football! Really?! I had another guy that was buying shot after shot and wouldn’t leave a tip at all and then, to top it all off, I had these amateurs that would come up to me and say “can you make me a shot that doesn’t taste like it has alcohol in it?” Or the classic, “do you have any beer?” Seriously…it was enough to make me pluck my eye lashes out one by one and with all the kids coming home from college this week for the Turkey Day holiday, I’m sure I have a week full of fun to look forward too!
Saturday was slightly better. I of course was up at the crack of dawn but I did manage to get all of the gifts I bought the day before wrapped. As for down at the bar on Saturday night, it too was slightly better. The customers were far better than the previous night but we were insanely busy. I spent most of the night running up and down two flights of stairs (I worked our second floor bar) to get more beer, juice, lemons and limes. The only real perk was I got an amazing ass workout! J
Don’t get me wrong, I was happy we were busy and making money but I’m EXHAUSTED! I’m tired of smiling and being nice. I’m tired of drunk people acting like idiots. I’m tired of working seven days a week. I’m tired of cooking, cleaning and grocery shopping. I’m tired of not getting enough sleep and I’m tired of feeling like a little, old lady when I'm only 33. I just want to go home, put my jammies on, watch really bad reality TV (perhaps a little Housewives) while drinking hot chocolate spiked with a little something, something until I pass out! Is that too much to ask for? I know I probably sound like a whinning, complaining bitch, and I swear I'm not. I also totally get the motto...Work hard now, play hard later. Today, I just wish it was later!
