Rotten customers
I used to work in a holiday camp bar, to the regulars there it was obvious I was new, and one of the dolled up tarts asked me how it was going.

I said, "not so bad...blahh...blahh" generally being polite etc...

then she said, "how do you get on with that till system?"

So I said, "yeah, it took of getting used to, in fact, my till was down 5 quid last night, I must have got it wrong and given more change than I should have."

Off she toddles.

10 mins later I get called into the 'office' (a skanky sweat and beer smelling room" with the 'head of security' and the bar manager.

I had no idea why at the time, so said "alright?" to the bar manager.

"No I'm fucking not" he says, and the twat head of security starts to square up to me.

Bear in mind, I was 18, first time working in a bar (and this one was about 15 deep in people pretty much all the time) and probably a bit nervous it being only my second night.

Something happened and I just snapped. I pushed the fat cunt of a security 'guard' out of the way, and demanded to know what the bar managers problem was.

He told me I had caused a "security breach", when pushed, it transpired that me telling the mutton-dressed-as-lamb woman about my till being down by a fiver was a security breach.

I punched him square in the jaw.

Wasn't sacked. In face stayed there all summer, the bar manager was fine after that.

I think even he realised it was fuck all and the 'security guard' I had been grassed up to was a complete fucknut jobsworth who needed to feel important once in his life.

I do feel sorry for hitting the bar manager though, it should have been the fat security guard.

I was feisty then.
(dchurch bah, Sat 6 Sep 2008, 21:28, Reply)