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Thursday, 26 July 2007
Well, the situation with The Lodge is getting a bit messy.
Either the timing is poor and she is quite ill, or she's doing some kind of silent protest. I can understand why she'd be miffed about losing control of the lower bar - I mean, now she has to work, and shit - but she went home tonight, again at 8pm, and again with a headache. Actually, that's not entirely true - she said she was going home. What she did was work in the lodge for an hour and a half. And then went home. And this was after I caught her working in the arcade change booth just so she could have a bit of a sit down.
It's nothing personal, but when we lose somebody reliable like Worthy to the lower bar and gain The Lodge, it's almost like losing two men. She's pleasant enough and I get on well with her, but as per usual, the team is only as strong as its weakest link. And so on.
I think the solution might lay in a subtle swap with The Lodge and our latest female SIA-approved member. But you watch - YOU WATCH!!! - she'll turn out to be a cannibal or something.
The lowlight this evening: each night, prior to the dancefloor being opened proper, a mini stage has to be pushed back in under the main one to make room for all those crazy kids (you know, doing the twist and stuff.) Whichever doorman is closest is always called over to push it in, as the fucker weighs a ton. It was me tonight, and so off I went. However, once I was bent down and in mid-push, the DJ grabbed the microphone and shouted to the packed bar, "Let's have a round of applause for ADJ's arse!" And the place fucking erupted. I supposed it could have been worse - silence, or even booing - but Christ that's not easy to recover from. Especially with several other DS present in the room.
It all worked out in the end, though - I got myself another pair of hot dogs.
posted by Sheamus @ 2:30 am
