HU In the Building!
My girlie from my former dance team (I only say former because I definitely fell off; I'm trying to graduate and pay some bills, ya'll... my bad!) and her boyfriend came by to see me and chat for a little bit. I definitely appreciated it because I never have time to really go out anymore (Thursday nights and Saturday nights only... and I'm filling in for my manager next Saturday!), so whenever I see people, it's great!
Then, a little bit later, in a completely unexpected surprise, part of the crew I roll with came through. I saw them in line and ran down to them and almost jumped over the bar giving hugs. I love my friends. If I could hook them up with free drinks, I would. Unfortunately, I don't get an allowance.
Willlll Youuuu Marryyyy Meeeeee?
This fool asked me to marry him when I asked how I could help him. I laughed, took his drink order, fixed it and rang him up. As he was leaving, he said:
"I'll have the ring for you next time. Just let me know what you like."
I smiled and decided to play along. "Okay, well in that case: my ring size is 6, I'd like it VVS, it doesn't have to be too big or showy... I like them understated, and I like emerald-cut diamonds."
(I actually prefer them to be either round or marquis-cut.).
He winked and gave a nod. "Okay; next time."
...He better stop playin' around because the gold digger in me is getting her hopes up, thinking he might be serious. I aint tryna marry nobody, but I will take your ring and admire the way the light bounces off of it so nicely.
No, Not You.
I did not, however, appreciate this guy who kept coming back to the bar to talk to me, being real aggressive.
I've been taught to make eye contact when speaking with people, however, I've learned working at the bar that some people take eye contact and think it means "I'm studying you." No sir; I'm just waiting for you to tell me what you want to drink. I complained to my manager that he was getting on my nerves and she gave me some valuable advice.
"Girl, just tell him you're in an arranged marriage. Tell him your husband is in Zimbabwe. He'll leave you alone."
I Don't Like Living Under Your Spotlight
No matter what, I always seem to call attention to myself. When the boss man, HMIC, came in tonight, he signaled me over to him.
"You make a little bit of money on Sunday?"
I shrugged. "Li'l bit."
"I heard you made a good bit of money even though it wasn't nobody in here."
"Yeah," I nodded.
"How much you make?"
I tried to remember off the top of my head; I recalled it was something between $120 and $130, but I just said, "oh, I don't remember."
...I hate it when this happens. It's inevitable, though. I always perform better on the job than people expect/than my coworkers and I call attention to myself. Now they're going to be wonder how this new girl pulls in so many tips. Damn it.
QUOTE OF THE NIGHT:
(Because it shocked me so much)
Both a customer and Silly Girl asked me for a glass of water around the same time. I had prepared one and turned my back to grab another glass for the second one when I heard Silly Girl screech, "heeey-uh! That's miiiine-uh!"
The customer withdrew his hand, "oh. My bad."
What? If I were a customer somewhere, I'd be damned if I let the person who's supposed to giving me great customer service YELL at me! And what kind of common/social sense is she missing? You don't yell at a customer over a glass of water! (1) They're a customer! (2) It's free! (3) Waiting for the 6 seconds it takes for the bartender to make another one is not going to kill you!
She really has ISSUES.
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