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Pub Grub
I have been working for a family owned pub/lodge for the last two
years, although I don’t know whether I should be complaining or not.
I work as a barlady/receptionist, sometime including nightshift, which
means I can easily pull an 18hour shift, I am in charge of all
stocktake, cash-ups, and promotions, sometime I not only manage the
bar but have to run between reception as well until the actual
receptionist comes in and book people in, write out invoices, and
answer the phone and then I’ve got quite a few people at the bar to
serve which means I’m up and down the whole time, some of the people
can get quite rude as well and then I have to sort the stuff out.
My boss is kinda bi-polar or something he’ll go from joking and
laughing with you to giving you the cold shoulder in a second, and his
daughter is not really that into running the pub so most of it comes
down to me.
But…. I am not complaining – nope definitely not, even though my
boss is kinda crazy, and I work my ass off I know they appreciate it,
they give me my leave when I ask for it and if my family comes down to
visit they pay me in advance, every now and then I’ll get a surprise
bonus just because they can.
They’re going overseas for two weeks now, which means I’m running the
lodge/pub for them, and its a great feeling to know they trust me not
to have any problems while they’re away.
Some bosses can be real asses but I love my crazy boss family, even
though sometimes they can give me a heart attack.
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Kinda nice to see a story that at least sees both sides of things, even if parts did seem a little sarcastic.
Sounds like your complaining to me bitch!! Sounds to me like you have a problem with work in general. Why did you even waste our time with this boring peice of shit.
Did they put you in charge of run-on sentences? Commas and periods aren’t interchangeable.
Ok, thanks for the story OP. Maybe you’ll be promoted one day. Maybe you won’t.
I love my new job
Hurry up and bring me my beer.
Why is it that Friday stories tend to suck? I’m at the end of a crappy week and then this.
Once I went to a seedy bar in the bad side of town. Why? Well, I was prowling for cheap street walkers. That’s besdie the point. Anyway, I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer and a basket of fries. While I waited, the street walker of my budget’s dream walked in and took a seat next to me. She smelled of sewer gas and cheap perfume. She smiled, had two rotten teeth in her entire head. My basket of fries arrived and she began salivating over them. She said I can do anything to her for those fries. So, I took her into the dirty bathroom and tossed her salad. Her butthole still had crusty poop on it from the last time she shat.
Best. Night. Ever.
I unintentionally found myself in such a place of business once. The sin in that den of iniquity felt as though it seeped into every pore in my body. I do not believe women wearing white t-shirts which have been thoroughly saturated with water should be allowed out in public, much less given admission to places of business.
They don’t leave the house with wet t-shirts, Walt. They add the water at the bar. It’s a contest to see who has the most sexually-attractive mammary glands. See any you liked, old man?
Nice to see a story like this. Not the best writing, but I’ve seen far worse on here.
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Good story, OP. You sound like a good addition to any team.
Walter, just go to http://www.redtube.com
It will tell you everything you need to know to fix your your bad wire.
I’m ready for lunch. I’m thinking ravanelli’s.
Once I went somewhere and some things happened. Then some other things happened. Then I went home. My story was as interesting as OP’s.
Aw, I don’t think it was quite that bad. We’ve seen MUCH worse and MUCH more boring stories here. At least OP can spell and isn’t whining about the boss.
You got that right, Zephyr! I hate whining. The last time I heard a bunch of whining, I took care of it real quick. Ha! Stupid kid.
Hopefully, someone’ll eventually take care of you the same way.
Casey Anthony you come Russia. I show good time. You come.
You know, Vladimir, that’s not a bad idea.
Sorry if my story bored anyone, and I know my writing sucks – I did art not writing in school – honestly I’ve seen worse, but that’s not the point. I just wanted to post a story about my bosses
they’re in New Zealand now, for their son’s wedding, and the business is going smooth. Unfortunately though I’m going to leave soon as I’m moving to another town, but at least I know I’ve made friends here – with my bosses and the customers at the pub. I’m going to miss them.