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A Dirty Job

Getting back what you put in.
Monday 9 April 2007

Sunday is definitely the best day. It was heaving tonight, but peaceful as pie and that's the third Sunday in a row it's been like this. It dragged a bit at times, but generally things were OK. Only real area of complaint was that only three doorstaff showed up, and as one of them was Cap'n Jack, that means only really two were working. Still, rumour has it we'll have seven attending tomorrow, but if more than four check in I'll do my shift eau natural.

I forgot to mention one particular incident yesterday. We had, for some reason, a lot of Irish in, and by 'Irish' I mean the stereotypical traveller kind. As I said I was working the lower bar and the girl there with me - who shall be known as The Lodge - noticed that one group of six or seven males and females had sneaked in a litre of vodka and were making themselves little drinks on the side. Well, obviously we can't have that, but instead of just taking the bottle off them and then returning it at the end of the night, The Lodge decided to not only pour it down the sink, but point it out to them while she was doing it. "It's company policy," she later lied through her teeth to me. Well, all I could think about was how it had to kick off, and the shit I was going to take from these four beefy Irish lads anytime now. Except it never happened. The Lodge got a stream of abuse and I believe they were eventually barred, but they were nice as pie to me. Still, talk about match to a fuse.

However, one other group of emerald travellers didn't fair so well. The adults were all fine but when one little seven-year old girl decided she'd stick her arm up the two-pence fountain machine and try and grab one of the toys for herself without paying, God stepped in and turned her wrist and elbow into lead. To say she got stuck is a bit of an understatement. It took about five adults, a bottle of Fairy liquid, a bag of ice and a bucketload of tears to get her out. The family left in shame and while you never like to see kids in pain, she was trying to tea-leaf us. So, it worked out well in the end, really.


posted by Sheamus @ 3:00 am




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