I was once...A barman....
doesnt sound too bad does it?
I was hard up and desperate for cash, and I wandered into a bar and asked for a job. I was barely 18 and had never been into the bar before. I made it perfectly clear that I had no bar experiance whatsoever. My previous pub outings involved sitting as far away from the bar as possible and getting the oldest looking member to buy the drinks (this was before I hit 18), so i didnt really know what went on behind the bar.
Next day, the manager i spoke to the day before offers me the job, starting in 20 minutes.
Little did I know that it was a famously rough pub, I walk in at 1pm, and the manager says 'Theres the till, drinks are all here, barrells are downstairs, I'll be back for closing!' and promptly exits leaving me on my own for the whole day.
I worked for 11 hours a day, 6 days a week (It would have been seven except I demanded one day off to actually do something), for 6 weeks. Then after 2 pay cuts (I was on less than minimum to start with) and being £20 short changed on my last weeks wages, I walked.
Saw many fights, and cleaned up plenty of borken glass. The regulars were actually really nice and looked after me (showing me the ropes), but I would only see the manager 2 times a day, at opening, and at close. I was the only other barman.
The best part was the Sat Night doorman, who after leaving the pub at 11 went on to do the doors at some club, he would always get me and a couple of mates in to the club through the side door for free :D
Sad thing is that the manager sold the pub a year ago, and drinks in the same pub that a friend of mine works in, so I see him quite regularly now, he still remembered my name after 4 years of me walking out after 6 weeks.
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Fri 14 Nov 2003, 14:12,
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doesnt sound too bad does it?
I was hard up and desperate for cash, and I wandered into a bar and asked for a job. I was barely 18 and had never been into the bar before. I made it perfectly clear that I had no bar experiance whatsoever. My previous pub outings involved sitting as far away from the bar as possible and getting the oldest looking member to buy the drinks (this was before I hit 18), so i didnt really know what went on behind the bar.
Next day, the manager i spoke to the day before offers me the job, starting in 20 minutes.
Little did I know that it was a famously rough pub, I walk in at 1pm, and the manager says 'Theres the till, drinks are all here, barrells are downstairs, I'll be back for closing!' and promptly exits leaving me on my own for the whole day.
I worked for 11 hours a day, 6 days a week (It would have been seven except I demanded one day off to actually do something), for 6 weeks. Then after 2 pay cuts (I was on less than minimum to start with) and being £20 short changed on my last weeks wages, I walked.
Saw many fights, and cleaned up plenty of borken glass. The regulars were actually really nice and looked after me (showing me the ropes), but I would only see the manager 2 times a day, at opening, and at close. I was the only other barman.
The best part was the Sat Night doorman, who after leaving the pub at 11 went on to do the doors at some club, he would always get me and a couple of mates in to the club through the side door for free :D
Sad thing is that the manager sold the pub a year ago, and drinks in the same pub that a friend of mine works in, so I see him quite regularly now, he still remembered my name after 4 years of me walking out after 6 weeks.
A little while back...I worked at the Co-op. I couldnt work out why I was the only teenage female employee there, until I got the uniform... think school dinner lady crossed with granny.
My job was to push carts across one part of the store to the other, full of milk and about twice as heavy as me. Its a miracle I never crushed (many) small children.
The worst part was getting the milk from the freezer... SO cold. And the guys I worked with thought itd be soooo funny to close the door behind me when I was in there one day and switch the light off.
Bastards.
I was in there two hours before my manager realised that he hadnt been able to peer down my top with the security cameras for a while and went looking for me.