November 14/15/16, 2008

sorry for the delay, my good buddy bdub's birthday was this week and we all know how that goes.

friday night, once again L and dogg and i. started off kind of slow, like usual. around 9pm ish, dogg's ex-wife came in. and then it began....

anytime i would walk by, she would have some sort of comment like, "at least there's a cute one" or when dogg walked by "don't quit your day job". i had to walk to the end of the bar with him to smoke a cigarette, looked him dead in the eye and said "man, your ex-wife is a real C U Next Tuesday"! the best part of the whole deal? dogg walks over to the jukebox to play a few songs taking a jab at the ex. after his play, the next song? "get a job" by the offspring. i almost pissed my pants.

captain prick came in once again. the first thing he says, "hey man, why'd you have to cock block me last night?" sigh. at least he thinks he was joking around. two females on the left end of the bar apparently enjoying girls night out. i keep slingin' bottles of beer their way. and then i see captain prick inch over, trying to engage in the conversation. *disclaimer* i merely did this because he deserved it.

i was walking to go to the bathroom and had been really gassy from lunch earlier. so as captain prick is laying on his best schmooze, i made it a point to crop dust his position on my way to the restroom. vengeance is mine.


november 15

not really much to report, had a meeting really early (10am). ran a pretty busy shift for daytime, usual saturday afternoon crowds came in. got off work around 7:30 and played golden tee with kbass (former employee) until the wife and her brother showed up.


november 16

sunday afternoon football. dogg and i with evil as the waitress. but fucking nascar had to come in and ruin my day. we have 7 tvs and 10 games to play nfl sunday ticket which costs us about 3200 bucks to have. i offer to call the boss, to see if you can have 1 big tv. but nascar throws a big shit fit. i wanted to look at him and say, you mullet headed motherfucker, i bust my ass to make sure you and your redneck friends get what they want. i even let you get drunk. when you sneak out in the parking lot to smoke a joint in your car? i know what's going on. do i say anything? no! so fuck you for telling me what to do. when you start signing my paychecks then you can tell me what to do.

evil did fine. nothing to interesting. hoping thursday night is at least a little more entertaining.