Archive for May, 2012

Well, per my la…

Posted: May 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

Well, per my last installment, I said that I had picked some extra shifts in an effort to bring in some extra some extra cash.  This opportunity is huge because I’ve had some big time life changes recently. Changes  that are screaming at me to get out and do everything necessary to make as much money as possible.  So the plan is to do just that……if I have to run myself into the ground doing it, I’m going to succeed and get to where I want to be. 

  Now for anyone who’s ever been in college knows that Thursday nights are generally the biggest night to party on just about any college campus.  “Thirsty Thursday” are chock full amatuers and stupidity.  The area I work in recently had one of the only other establishments shutter it’s doors after a long run in the area.  Now what this means for my bar is overflow from their closing.  The place was notoriously more rowdy and unsettled than the one I work at. 

  We’re now in the 2nd week of dealing with this closing, and it has not been an easy transition for us to deal with to say the least.  Last week on Thursday we had soem horses as take the top of toilet tank in the men’s room and shatter it agianst the wall.  Good thing for that idiot, the local PD was in the bar to help us clear out at the end of the night and they arrested him before we kicked the shit out of him for fighting with the bartenders and destroying the property.

  So this past Thursday wasn’t any different than the past…..a large rowdy mass of drunken, sloppy twenty-somethings running amok.  The influx of people generally starts around 11 pm, and doesn’t subside until we either stop letting people in.  So things get crazy very quickley. 

  There’s a door on the back of the bar, right by the restrooms which lead to the back emplyeee parking lot.  When properly secured it can only be opened from the inside.  Thursday night this door nedds to be monitored contstantly because all these little shits like to either prop it open or just flat out let their friends right in.  I caught at least a dozen people trying to sneak in this way or trying to let thier friends in this way.  It’s honestly one of the easiest things I do because it’s a black and white issue.  Usually when you catch someone in the act, there’s little argument and they go peacefully, so compared to some of the other bullshit that goes on, it’s a pretty easy issue to deal with. 

  Another big issue is all these sneaky little bitches bringing in outside alcohol in their luggage sized purses.  This past Thursday I had an experience in dealing with this that demostrates the kind of stuck mentality I have to deal with every week.  I caught a girl blatantly drinking a 16 oz can of Bud Light in the middle of the bar this past Thursday…….we dont serve that.  So as you could imagine when I saw her, I took the can and told her she needed to leave. 

  At first, she wasn’t very resistant.  However it she quicklery turned to the “I want your name”  to which my response was that “It’s none of your fucking business” .  So then she proceed to tell me that the “customer was always right”, and that he parents owned that exact type of restaurant in a different city…..to which my response was that “So that means your a spoiled cunt and havent had to work a day for anything in your life” 

  I guess she didn’t take to kind to that because started jamming her finger into my chest and continued to ask my name.  I don’t exactly take kindly to being poked at, or being told that I’m a loser because I’m working, trying to make my life a little bit better.  Her and no one else on this planet, regardless of how much money that have or their family has is any better than me.  As a matter of fact, I’d rather bust my ass working than live off of old money that I didn’t have a hand in helping earn.   Suffice to say that when the finger came out, I grabbed it and escorted her to the door real fast…. And to the darling young lady who is going to “have me fired” because I caught you with the cans of beer….fuck you cunt.  Your face looks like the stuff that my dog leaves in tightly coiled piles on my back lawn. 

  Alright ya’ll;  I’m off until next time. 

 

Ryan

Don’t count me out yet

Posted: May 9, 2012 in Uncategorized

  Hey guys, I know it’s been awhile.  All I can say is that life happens, and I’ve certainly had a lion’s share of bullshit to deal with in the recent weeks.  Rather than sit here and dish out a bunch of excuses about moving and trying to get my shit together, all I can do is promise that now that the dust has settled  I’m going to become more diligent about posting and keeping ya’ll in the loop.

  I’ve been doing alot of thinking here over the past several weeks.  I’m going to get away from the normalcy of the talking about my bouncing mayhem to share some thoughts I’ve recently had.

The turbulence and life changes I’ve been dealing with have taken me in a different direction here recently with my heart desires and what I want out of life.  Fact of the matter is that I may not have the means to do it, but I’ll be a son of bitch if I don’t go out swinging try to make it there. 

  Oppotunities to turn a dream into a reality are fleeting.  The path to make this happen certainly isn’t paved in gold, sunshine and lolly pops.  More like paved in pain, sacrifice and heartache. I’m never going to be rich.  Hell…..I may never be successful either.  What I do have is god damn solid grasp on who I am and what I’m good at. 

  The theory of evolution claims that only the strong survive….maybe so.  The theory of competition states that just because the odds are stacked against doesn’t mean you can’t go out kick a little ass in the process. 

  What every long shot, come from behind, underdog will tell you is that passion can trump logic in any situation.  Success has been and contiues to defined as getting up one more time than you get knocked down.  Not everyone has the education, smarts or fucking guts to make it happen. It is through hard work, sacrifice, and dedication that all things are possible. 

My parting words are that no one owes a thing. So get out there! Get out on top! Dream bigger,  and work hard to get what you want. 

I’ve picked up some extra shifts at the bar, and they just so happen to be Thursdays.  The biggest night out for amatuers. I’ll some stories come Friday. 

Til next time my friends.

RTB