I wrote this whole post about the ridiculousness that was my job last night and then for whatever reason it deleted itself before I got to post it. It was so nicely written, too.
Oh well. I don’t feel like writing it as awesomely as I did the first time because it’s really hard to recreate awesome after it just decides to not work for you.
Sooo pretty much we were in the middle of a super giant rush and I was doing four jobs at once. I’m not even lying. I was on the bar last night which already means I’m mixing all the drinks for the whole restaurant on top of being cash bitch for the evening— but then it got so busy that I had to help with floor service as well.
In the middle of this I needed to open a bottle of wine for my bosses friend at the same time that one of my waitresses asked for this giant drink order. My boss, feeling uncharacteristically generous, decided to take over the wine bottle so I could attend to other shit.
So I’m mixing this white Russian when I hear my boss drop his wine key and in the corner of my eye I can see him all bent over. When I looked to see what his deal was I was only met with a half shattered bottle of Albarino covered in blood.
He started screaming shit like, “I’VE GOT A GUSHER!” and, “I THINK THIS ONE IS REAL DEEP!”
He was clutching his hands together but blood was spilling out all over the floor and all over my wine cooler. It was pretty much super gross. He ended up getting the cook to look at it and upon suggestion of getting his ass to the hospital he took off to get what ended up being eight or nine stitches.
And guess who was left behind to clean up that hot mess afterwards? No really, any guesses?
Me. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be writing this.
So in the middle of rushing my ass around I had to stop and clean up this fricken massacre.
On the bright side, however, when my boss returned he ofered me a full time position for the summer. SO that was cool I guess.