Greencloud
I worked at St. James' a year or two back aswell in the Sports bar. Hated the fucking job as the customers were tits, the chef was a bully and the porters were immigrants with little or no grasp of English.

Rather than put the unsold pies back in the fridge we used to give them away to the customers who stuck around while we were cleaning the bar. Two proper fat, dykey lezza's used to sit for a good two hours after the match so they could get the left over chips, Panini's and Ginsters.

On my first day (Evening game, England vs. Ukraine) I was put straight on the till but I had no till training. Come the end of the night I had 'lost' the best part of £300 due to the fact I tilled in 88 mince pies by mistake. I had to hang around until nearly midnight while they decided whether to call the Police or not.

I left after a dispute over pay (The whole dispute was that I wasn't getting any, they fucked up my bank account details) and when one customer threatened my life because it took more than 5 minutes to get his chicken burger. This was due to the fact the immigrants didn't know what a chicken burger was and didn't tell the chef a customer wanted one.

I did learn one thing during this time - Stewards are legends. There was this one old fella called Tom who used to come in a midday and sit by the till chatting away. When it started to fill up he'd stand on the back wall with the specific instructions that "if any of these scumbags gives you shit, just give me the nod and i'll be straight over". True to his word whenever any customer started getting edgey he was on their case. It wasn't just him though, all of them were too happy to help any member of staff who was getting shite.

I've sat down at football matches ever since out of respect for them.
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Mon 24 Jul 2006, 12:26, Reply)