back to work.

Well i'm working again, which really won't mean anything more than more $$ so i can support my going to school and a growing wine and maragarita addiction... and everyone else's wine & margarita addiction that i'm trying to nuture.

I’ve been working at the Delta Bez the last couple of days. It’s kinda cool, it reminds me of “Down and Out in Paris and London” possibly the only book by Orwell that I still think is a decent piece of literature. Anyway the complexity of working in a hotel is hilariously awesome, I have close to 80 bosses and I’m just a banquet bartender! Everyone is doing their own thing at any given time; servers are polishing silverware, cooks are cooking, bell boys are coughing for money, and everyone is running around worrying about their own individual responsibilities which are often completely independent of your own. independent because there is usually 4-12 functions going down simultaneously. It’s kinda chaotic, but rest assured as always the protagonist of this story (me) has it pretty easy as a bartender. There is a plethora of work to be done by every one else other than me, although that may change as soon as I can figure out what floor I’m on- let alone what extra help I can be doing.

My first shift I was bartending the 4^th and final day of the international karate championship. And it was international, there were guys from Switzerland, Greece, Sweden, Japan, South Korea, England, the States, and probably more people that I never saw (there was 300 people) anyway, a lot of people spoke no English or very limited English, which made it rather frustrating for both of us. One woman was looking for chopsticks and took the straws out of a glass to show me what she was looking for, I told her I’d have a server bring them, and she got super pissed at me because she thought I was saying that there are some back there, but I was trying to show that someone was coming there. Needless to say I was lucky her huge swiss boyfriend didn’t judo chop my head off. However, her swiss boyfriend was ready to chop the head off of the banquet manager.

The banquet manager who is about 5’6 or so had a problem. The problem was that the entire swiss team had brought 4 bottles of Jack Daniels and 3 cases of redbull, which went against our liquor licensing, and so obviously needed to be removed from the banquet hall. However, they spoke no English, it is hard enough to explain to people in ENGLISH why they can’t bring their own alcohol to a function let alone without the use of language. So eventually after arguing with these guys who were 6’1 and broad shouldered my manager (1 of 80) took the bottles of JD in his arms and tried to motion that they needed to take the bottles back tot heir room. Instead the swiss karate participants grabbed my manager by the scruff of his collar and were preparing to pummel him. My manger decided that it was worth losing his face over so he let it go and called security (who wasn’t much bigger than he was) to deal with it.

Yeah so anyway that basically wraps it up, because I have nothing really interesting to say, but I wanted to post something so that when I do have something to say I still have my 3 devout readers.

I did post something on Friday night, but I have finally come to the conclusion that drinking + doing just about anything other than more drinking really doesn’t mix. Maybe drinking while watching movies or playing video games mix. But drinking and writing is just a time bomb waiting to happen.