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Friday, April 19, 2002
Is everyone seated? Have a cup of coffee? Because this might take a while. Oh, that and buckle up.
So I went to Dr. Al the other day. Best damn doctor experience ever. Never have I been treated like a person, not just a dollar sign by a doctor before. He brought me coffee, we talked, I didn't have to have the prostate examined. Pretty much a good day. Except when we got to the hives, he had some ideas as to the cause. And while most of the things that he listed aren't fatal (most), they all pretty much are going to suck my ass. So to try and narrow it down, I have to give three "samples" for them to test. No one, but no one, should have to shit in a jar. Somebody save me.
Now, on to work. First I have to work with the little bastard tonight. I think he is giving me the hives. Every time I have to work with him I want to jab a fork in the nearest person's forehead. Ask TT, I'll do it too.
Now another story about work. This girl came in the other night and she ordered a Alabama Slammer. And said, "Can I make you watch that? I'm taking my first bartending class and I'm going to be a bartender." To which I said, "Well, there's just the one class and they don't teach you how to make drinks." But I made it and she liked it and she sat her punk ass down and then proceeded to tell me about some biological processes. To which I had to say, "Yeah, your hippie talk is all well and good, but you're wrong." To which she tried to get ghetto fabulous on me, but I simply started walking away. She seemed to think that I couldn't do that. To which I said, "Oddly enough, I'm the bartender and I can do that." So then she wanted to challenge me. She said, "If you're so good, I'll have a Kool_Aid shot." Now I know a lot of drinks, but some of the new ones that the kids like are too much for me, but I wasn't going to let her know that. So I laughed, shook my head and said, "What flavor?" She was like a deer in head lights. She stammered, "Fruit punch." So I mixed a fruit punchy shot and gave it to her. Sit down, put that finger shaking attitude away and SHUT THE HELL UP! I'm the bartender. I will break you in half. Man I hate 21 year olds.
That's all I have right now. Oh, here's a nice site. Few shout outs to the Best.Bartender.Ever. Oh wait, that's me. (man, now I'm on a power rush). Best.Joke.Ever is there too (check the post for the 17th). Ok, off to lunch so I can work out a few more "samples". Gross.
Craig @ 11:17 AM
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