Sunday, Sunday
Monday 26 March 2007
Today, or rather, tonight, is my 'easy day'.
See, my actual shifts are meant to be seven hours at a time. 6pm-1am, specifically. This, of course, is a nonsense, as the main club in the complex doesn't close until 2am and so my shift automatically is eight hours: 6pm-2am. Of course, while the club shuts officially at 2am, the hundreds of people inside are allowed 20-30 minutes 'drink-up' time. So, we're now at 6pm-2:30am. Then, naturally, you have fifty or sixty people who just don't want to leave but eventually have to. Add to that your last minute security/fire door/rubbish/toilet checks and you don't actually clock off until somewhere between 3 and 4am.
All except for Sunday night, that is, which as you would imagine is the quiet night of the week. This is for two reasons: one, it's a Sunday, and two, most of the weekend visitors are going home early Monday morning (check out is 10am), so they don't really want to push it. Plus, the showbar closes at 12:30am sharp. We still have a few taking it to the nth, of course, so it wasn't until 1:30am that I actually left the premises.
Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not moaning. I knew what I was getting into when I took this job on. Still, there have been adjustments that I have had to make. One, I no longer eat breakfast. Breakfast doesn't even exist for anyone who doesn't get up before 11am. My first meal of the day is therefore lunch. My second meal - we'll call it dinner - is enjoyed just before I begin my shift. I then find myself having some kind of mid-shift support at about 9-10pm. Finally, whenever I get back home, it's time to rustle up some fuck-off sandwich to see me through the night. This 2am+ treat is my breakfast.
posted by Sheamus @ 2:15 am
