Who's who? And where? And why?
Tuesday 14 August 2007
Yesterday, as expected, Worthy handed in his notice.
This leaves six door staff to cover the full seven days of the working week. Well, really it's 4 1/2 - The Lodge never comes up to the main complex until quite literally last orders have been called (it's a unique talent that she possesses) and Bilbo is about five-feet tall in heels.
Let's have a quick refresher as to who has gone where since the beginning of the season!
(In order of their join date. Those still around are in bold.)
1. Captain Jack - was fired for gross misconduct.
2. The Lodge - still here, but spends about 5 per cent of her hours in the main complex. You know, the place where all the bad stuff happens.
3. A Dirty Job - moi.
4. Edmonson - still here, but has been on holiday for the past week.
5. Jabba - still here.
6. Other Blonde Female DS I'm Not Sure I Ever Mentioned - quit after a week.
7. Bilbo - still here.
8. Shrek - was given the boot for being a complete dick.
9. Worthy - quit this week.
10. Jones - came back to work last week. Now non-agency.
11. Potter - was given the boot when his agency contract ran out.
12. Popeye - quit last week.
So, as you can see, there are six of us left. Which gives us a bit of a maths problem, as the site needs a minimum of four DS Monday through Thursday and five for the weekend (inc. Friday). Everybody is contracted to have two days off per week. The end result is the beginning and the end of the week suddenly has a huge void, as the work rota hasn't changed since people have left, and many people now suddenly have the same days off.
To conclude, we have an 'emergency' meeting later this week. Is it finally all going to end?
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Last night I spend half an hour trying to explain to a fortysomething man why it wasn't okay for his two under-fifteen year-old daughters to be openly drinking WKD in the main bar. The basis of his (flawed) argument was that because the day security had turned a blind eye to some locals drinking cans of Tenants Extra and "spitting and swearing everywhere" outside the main gates then we should turn a blind eye here. "Tell me," he said, "Is it one rule for one?" thus totally stamping on his own argument.
"These are licensed premises," I repeatedly said in various degrees of clarity, "That is outside. By buying a drink for your children in here, you are openly breaking the law."
He didn't want to get it, was the problem, and seemed to take great issue with me possibly assuming that he was a lousy parent. I don't think he actually was, but he was a misguided one, and drunk, naturally, which really didn't help his case. After twenty minutes I was very bored - hearing the same words over and over will do that to a man - and had to wrap it up, agreeing to disagree and suggesting to him that out of sight, out of mind might be the best policy for him. If we didn't see it, we didn't care, and we didn't have to worry about other parents thinking they could do the same for their kids, too.
He concurred.
Ten minutes later, one of his girls was dancing wildly on a chair, bottle of WKD quite clearly on the go.
"Fuck it," I thought. I won't be the one who loses my license.
posted by Sheamus @ 2:00 pm
