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I hear the rant a comin'
It's rollin round the bend...
Last Saturday night we got two new bartenders (B1 & B2). (Owner dude is a jackass, so he can't keep anybody, but that's another story) Immediately when we walked in the door up walked Crazy Girl (CG). Now, keep in mind our equipment comes and goes with us, so the laptop was in its happy little bag still in my hand. I had not set anything up at that point. And yes, the caps emphasize that this psycho was yelling. A lot.
CG: I need to sing. I have to school her.
ME: What?
CG: I have to school her! I need to sing Sin Wagon.
I'm not gonna ask. I probably don't want to know.
ME: Okay, I'll put you in when I get set up.
CG: Yeah, Sin Wagon. I have to SCHOOL HER!
I got set up, and started getting the list in order. Here she came.
CG: Did you forget my song?!?!?
ME: No, we haven't started yet. You'll be first after the sound check.
CG: SIN WAGON! I HAVE TO SCHOOL HER!
Why me?
ME: You have to what?
CG: SCHOOL THAT BITCH
ME: Who?
CG: B2!
ME: Okie dokie then. We'll call you up in a minute.
This repeated two more times before her next turn.
Her turn came, she sang. I had seven or eight people on the list by then.
Cue eyeroll and sigh - here she came again.
CG: Now, B2 is gonna sing. Pick her something hard.
ME: I can't pick her song. She needs to pick her own. Does she know she's singing?
CG: She told me to pick her song. Make her sing Uninvited.
ME: I can't make her sing anything, but I'll put it in.
Cue profanity filled rant to the BF about people turning in songs for other people.
In the meantime, I went to the restroom. There's only one toilet behind a locking door beyond a little area with a sink. CG came in right behind me and saw me go in the door. I didn't even get my jeans unbuttoned before she was banging on the door and screaming "Let me in I've gotta fucking piss!" over and over. I took the high road and ignored this.
B2's turn came. She didn't know the song CG picked, so she picked something else and sang it. All was well. Or not.
CG: I want to do that song!
ME: What song?
CG: The one B2 just did! I NEED TO SCHOOL HER!
ME: *sigh* All right.
I went up to the bar to get a drink.
ME: Um, B2? Do you know that girl or something?
B2: No, and she's pissing me off.
ME: What's her deal?
B2: I don't know but ever since she got here she won't leave me alone.
ME: Well she's pissing me off too - I just wanted to see if you knew her or something. I don't think I'm gonna let her sing anymore.
B2: Yeah, I wish I could cut her off.
And then there was funny.
B1: You wish?!? Girl, we're fucking bartenders! WE HAVE THE POWER! Cut the bitch off!
B2: Okay, she's cut off. You know, I guess if I was her, I'd be jealous of me too.
ME:
She ended up leaving before her next turn.
It's rollin round the bend...
Last Saturday night we got two new bartenders (B1 & B2). (Owner dude is a jackass, so he can't keep anybody, but that's another story) Immediately when we walked in the door up walked Crazy Girl (CG). Now, keep in mind our equipment comes and goes with us, so the laptop was in its happy little bag still in my hand. I had not set anything up at that point. And yes, the caps emphasize that this psycho was yelling. A lot.
CG: I need to sing. I have to school her.
ME: What?
CG: I have to school her! I need to sing Sin Wagon.
I'm not gonna ask. I probably don't want to know.
ME: Okay, I'll put you in when I get set up.
CG: Yeah, Sin Wagon. I have to SCHOOL HER!
I got set up, and started getting the list in order. Here she came.
CG: Did you forget my song?!?!?
ME: No, we haven't started yet. You'll be first after the sound check.
CG: SIN WAGON! I HAVE TO SCHOOL HER!
Why me?
ME: You have to what?
CG: SCHOOL THAT BITCH
ME: Who?
CG: B2!
ME: Okie dokie then. We'll call you up in a minute.
This repeated two more times before her next turn.
Her turn came, she sang. I had seven or eight people on the list by then.
Cue eyeroll and sigh - here she came again.
CG: Now, B2 is gonna sing. Pick her something hard.
ME: I can't pick her song. She needs to pick her own. Does she know she's singing?
CG: She told me to pick her song. Make her sing Uninvited.
ME: I can't make her sing anything, but I'll put it in.
Cue profanity filled rant to the BF about people turning in songs for other people.
In the meantime, I went to the restroom. There's only one toilet behind a locking door beyond a little area with a sink. CG came in right behind me and saw me go in the door. I didn't even get my jeans unbuttoned before she was banging on the door and screaming "Let me in I've gotta fucking piss!" over and over. I took the high road and ignored this.
B2's turn came. She didn't know the song CG picked, so she picked something else and sang it. All was well. Or not.
CG: I want to do that song!
ME: What song?
CG: The one B2 just did! I NEED TO SCHOOL HER!
ME: *sigh* All right.
I went up to the bar to get a drink.
ME: Um, B2? Do you know that girl or something?
B2: No, and she's pissing me off.
ME: What's her deal?
B2: I don't know but ever since she got here she won't leave me alone.
ME: Well she's pissing me off too - I just wanted to see if you knew her or something. I don't think I'm gonna let her sing anymore.
B2: Yeah, I wish I could cut her off.
And then there was funny.
B1: You wish?!? Girl, we're fucking bartenders! WE HAVE THE POWER! Cut the bitch off!
B2: Okay, she's cut off. You know, I guess if I was her, I'd be jealous of me too.
ME:
She ended up leaving before her next turn.
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