Why Sundays Are NOT What's Poppin. At ALL.

So, Sundays, I work with Big Sis as a manager and Dallas as the barback.  Initially, I liked Sundays because Big Sis lets me work the bar by myself, so I get more tips.  She also lets me come dressed in whatever I want (as long as it's dark) instead of a red top and a black bottom, which lets me stretch out the few red tops I own.  (I happen to think I look horrid in red, thus, I own very little of it).  ... But now I HATE Sundays.  HATE them!!

Why do I hate Sundays?

I hate Sundays because Dallas, the BARBACK, (Read your job description, homie: wipe down the liquor shelves.  Restock the alcohol.  Wash the glasses.)  keeps doing MY JOB when I DON'T need him to.  Yes, it's appreciated when he steps in to help when the bar is actually busy, but when it's not busy, it's akin to ROBBERY.  This man stood in front of me, so the customers saw him first, and ended up making $35.  Plus I still had to tip him out $20.  Tonight was so damn SLOW I walked away with $70.  ...ROBBERY.

AND!  What makes it worse is that he isn't allowed to touch the register, so I have to take the money from him and count the change, which ends up slowing down the whole process because in the time that I'm counting the money from/to "his" customers, serving mine and the waitresses, I COULD be moving the line along.  And then once I'm done handling the money for "his" customers, he's still standing there at the first bar station, waiting to take the next customer before I can even make eye contact.  And THEN, sometimes, even after I make eye contact and greet a customer, he'll butt in loudly with, "Whatcha havin?"

This fool is doing it on PURPOSE.

Get back there and wash some effing glasses!  

Plus, he always finds some excuse to touch me.  He gave me a hug and a peck on the neck as a greeting once.  Um.  Gross?  I don't like being touched in the first place, but definitely not by old, annoying, thieving barbacks like HIM!

OH!  And, he doesn't even know how to make some of the drinks.  He told some customer that we didn't have the ingredients to make a Sex on the Beach when we definitely do.  I had to make it and HE still got the tip.  I understand everyone needs a little extra somethin-somethin, but $35 extra that should have been mine?  No, sir, you may NOT have that.

I've come up with a game plan though:

1.  When I see a crowd of people at the door, send him upstairs with $200 - $300 to get $1s from the dancers.  That should keep him occupied for 5-10 minutes.

2.  Stand at the first bar station, so even if he does butt in, he's mostly helping the waitresses and not taking tips.

3.  Collect dirty glasses under the bar and then move them up to the "dirty glasses" station in groups to keep him periodically occupied at strategic points throughout the night.  This should keep him occupied for 20-30 minutes.

It would be nice if I could tell my manager that he's being an annoying pain in the ass, but I can't because (1) I'm the New Girl, and (2) I can tell she doesn't like me because it's clear that I'm not hangin around that place for long and I'm going places in my life.  I LOVE my other manager, Li'l Mama, but Big Sis definitely lets her attitude towards me and my whole College Girl aura come through in a major way.  Even though she's a manager and it's clearly in her job title to manage me, she takes every little opportunity to assert her authority and "final say."  (Okay, I get it... I might be in college, but I'm not Ms. Big Shot here.  Got it.)  Ugh.  I HATE Sundays.

QUOTE OF THE NIGHT

Customer to me: "What's a nice, pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Me: "Makin money."

Yup.