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Back in 2001, the company I worked for folded and I was unable to find work in California thanks to the beautiful state our market and economy were in. My family convinced me to move out to Vegas as "with all of the casinos out here, you should easily be abel to find a tech job." Nope. Market sucked here too. Anyway, desparation sank in and I had find another line of work. I chose Bartending.
I bartended at this same small casino outside Vegas for almost 4 years. That was almost 4 years of having to deal with the Bud Light B*tch and the same arguments over and over and over again.
For referrence to both:
Me: The one who requires a helmet when imbibing alcohol
BLB: the Bud Light B*tch
Argument #1
We had "Happy Hour" at our main bar from 3pm - 5pm every day. "Happy Hour" consisted of $0.50 Draft beer (12oz), $1.00 domestic bottles (12 oz), and $1.00 well drinks. The Bud Light B*tch liked to drink Bud Light Draft. As popular as Bud Light Draft was, we'd run out of it from time to time, thus creating the ordeal.
Me: I'm sorry BLB. We're out of Bud Light Draft
BLB: So give me a bottle for 50 cents.
Me: I can't do that BLB. You know that.
BLB: Well, you dont' have draft so give me a bottle for 50 cents
Me: As I've told you before, i can't do that
BLB: That's false advertisement
Me: No, it's not. We advertise 50 cent drafts. We have 5 others you can choose from.
This argument would usually go on for a while until one of her friends would give her the other 50 cents to pay for a bottle. If she couldn't get the 50 cents from her friend, she'd try moving on to argument #2.
Argument #2
The comping policy at this casino was that you had put $10.00 in the machine and play max bet to get a drink comped. It's a policy most places have, but it's enforcement is usually up to the bartender or server and how well you take care of them. It's designed to keep people scamming free drinks off of a nickel or two
BLB: Well here then (Puts a $1 bill into the machine) I'm gambling. Comp me a bottle.
Me: I'm sorry BLB. You need to have $10.00 in the machine and play max bet before I can comp you.
BLB: Since when?
Me: Since always BLB. You know this too.
BLB: (stutters)
Me: BLB, we have these same arguments all the time. Either choose a different draft, buy a bottle for $1, or you can wait til my server goes down into the Bingo room to get your free drink then.
Did I mention that BLB was a mean and nasty old hag? There aren't many people I wish ill will towards, but I will seriously dance a jig the day she dies.
CH
I bartended at this same small casino outside Vegas for almost 4 years. That was almost 4 years of having to deal with the Bud Light B*tch and the same arguments over and over and over again.
For referrence to both:
Me: The one who requires a helmet when imbibing alcohol
BLB: the Bud Light B*tch
Argument #1
We had "Happy Hour" at our main bar from 3pm - 5pm every day. "Happy Hour" consisted of $0.50 Draft beer (12oz), $1.00 domestic bottles (12 oz), and $1.00 well drinks. The Bud Light B*tch liked to drink Bud Light Draft. As popular as Bud Light Draft was, we'd run out of it from time to time, thus creating the ordeal.
Me: I'm sorry BLB. We're out of Bud Light Draft
BLB: So give me a bottle for 50 cents.
Me: I can't do that BLB. You know that.
BLB: Well, you dont' have draft so give me a bottle for 50 cents
Me: As I've told you before, i can't do that
BLB: That's false advertisement
Me: No, it's not. We advertise 50 cent drafts. We have 5 others you can choose from.
This argument would usually go on for a while until one of her friends would give her the other 50 cents to pay for a bottle. If she couldn't get the 50 cents from her friend, she'd try moving on to argument #2.
Argument #2
The comping policy at this casino was that you had put $10.00 in the machine and play max bet to get a drink comped. It's a policy most places have, but it's enforcement is usually up to the bartender or server and how well you take care of them. It's designed to keep people scamming free drinks off of a nickel or two
BLB: Well here then (Puts a $1 bill into the machine) I'm gambling. Comp me a bottle.
Me: I'm sorry BLB. You need to have $10.00 in the machine and play max bet before I can comp you.
BLB: Since when?
Me: Since always BLB. You know this too.
BLB: (stutters)
Me: BLB, we have these same arguments all the time. Either choose a different draft, buy a bottle for $1, or you can wait til my server goes down into the Bingo room to get your free drink then.
Did I mention that BLB was a mean and nasty old hag? There aren't many people I wish ill will towards, but I will seriously dance a jig the day she dies.
CH
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