The Nightclub (and diner)
In the town where I live there's a certain Nightclub where practically every student works at some point. This place is infamous for having a high staff turnover, with some people not even lasting their first shift.

But onto the customers. Customers who would edit their Q-Jump passes with eyeliner pencil and look affronted when I rubbed it off.

Customers who would swear blind they were "friends" of the owner or his cronies. If you believed them, everyone who came through the door would be their friends.

Customers who would give you an ear-bashing for not accepting the obviously dodgy £50 note for a £2.50 ticket.

Although by far the worst were the so-called "Glam" nights (I may have given away where it was now... oops). Wearing all black whilst the "music" blared in the darkness and trying to pick up glasses from the floor whilst drunken buffoons of customers either didn't see or wouldn't look where they were going and end up knocking me over.

There were some highlights though, the customers who would saunter off without their change from a £20 note and completely forget about it. Any unclaimed cash would be divvied up between me and my fellow Cash Desk Monkey at the end of the night. Sometimes, we could double our wages for the night if there were sufficient drunken idiots.

(mostly) Good times.
(Meya, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 18:20, Reply)