Black Friday

Well, I worked my first close at the pub last Friday night. Let me explain to you my day, in full that day. I woke up at six so I could be at work at seven. I worked at a different Starbucks then I usually do from 7am-11am. Then I walked over to my Starbucks, in torrential rain, and worked from 11am until 3pm. I then walked, in torrential rain, to Princess street to buy new shoes because mine were a. rain soaked and b. had a giant hole in the toe and were totally pov. Didn't find shoes in time to be at work at the pub at 5pm. Started work where I VERY quickly realized I'm shit at my job (this wasn't clear to me already even though two nights before I smashed four and a half pint glasses in one swoop, on my manager's shoes). The bar was pretty busy because we get a DJ in on Friday and Saturday and there is a dance floor and a popular pub just up the road was on fire so all the people who got avacuated just came into our pub-apparently not even arsen can stop teh party. Anyways I'm bad at my job because of a few things:
1. I can't understand Scottish accents
2. I can't understand Scottish accents when there is music thumping in the same room
3. I can't understand Scottish accents when there is music thumping in the same room and the person talking is hammered and slurring
4. I don't know any of the made up drinks any of these people are ordering.
5. The register is bizzar and it takes me forever to find what the F the drinks being ordered are.
In general if you order a drink form me you'll either get the wrong thing or I'll rip you off.

The night was full of highs and lows- I was exhausted and was basically in a glass case of emotions because I was either killing my job or getting killed by it- no in between. The aforementioned reasons why I suck at my job lead to some different things. One is that a lot of the old men ordering would get tired of me asking them over and over to repeat heir order and just yell that they want a MGD instead. The second one would be when a customer leaned in to give an order and so did, as I had done before a million times that night. This gentleman however decided to kiss me. Great- One way ticket on his ass by the doorman- actually it was awesome I laughed so hard. Third was the drunk girl asking me if there was a lost and found. I asked her what she had lost and she replied "all of my personal belongings".

The night finished at 3:00am when I got home. The next day I worked from 12pm - 10pm. I wanted to kill myself. This night's highlights would have to be the very intoxicated man maintaining constant eye contact with me well yelling the lyrics to "my sex is on fire" by kings of Leon and then ask for my phone number. Its all over though and it was actually all quite amusing. After those long days one would probably think to go home after work on Saturday night. Not I. Britt brought me some clothes to change into and we were off to a pub called The last drop.

There we met some incredible specimens. The first was an Irish man whose first line to us was "Hey theres an accent- are you Spanish?". I'll let you take that in. We obviously kept talking to him. This lead to him asking if our provincial flag had the union jack in it. I said yes- and he got upset because Irish people really don't like British. I said to him yea there is nothing we can do about it though. He replied, and I quote, "Yes there is; car bombs". He went on to explain that we should use car bombs to change our provincial flag and ended the conversation by taking our hands and having us say "car bombs on three...one, two, three, CAR BOMBS". Wow.

After having an incredible laugh over that I was approached by a British guy, suffering from a mild case of gingervitus, a lot like myself actually (see link for definition). He hit on me for a while and then it hit me he looked just like Colin from Love actually and that is what Britt and I called him the rest of the time- adding in movie quotes whenever possible.

Britt and I were both off on Sunday and got to spend the day shopping and hanging out it was awesome- really worked on our roomie relationship. Good times.

Messages to pass on:
*Our boss at the pub invited us to have Christmas dinner with him and his family in the dinning room at the pub. Super nice/lucky
*I will have pictures of our " Christmas corner" in our flat soon- its amazing.
*I got new shoes for work- don't worry.
*dad keep up the good work with the falling stories- I disturb the library with my laughter.
*there is a man on the computer beside me who keeps raising his arm and waving his middle finger around in a circle- I'm not sure if he is looking for help or what.
*Christmas came early tahnks to Sandi