Kinda Sweet

yesterday i had some randoms speak to me on the train. drunkos as usual. get on at sunshine get off at footscray, hope they dont choose the sits next to me out of all the other seats on the train. but no. however, this random meeting was pleasant. the guy was sudanese and he had with him a male aussie. they were drinking jim beam out of a bottle and kindly offered me some. ah. no thanks *smile* if ive ever learnt something about speaking to random drunks and junkies is that to never be aggressive, unless of course they are aggressive to you. the friendly approach but not the 'please talk to me because i need friends' approach is well suited in most occasions. the sudanese guy asked me where i was going, he was surprised when i said i worked at a bar because he thought i was underaged.

how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?

21 kind sir. he asked me to read something on the MX. it said 'whoop ass' which i read and they both laughed and i did too. i felt stupid reading that and it was funny. he asked me what 'whoop' meant and i said i didnt know. he said:

i think it means (insert word in sudanese). do u know (insert the same word in sudanese)?

no haha i did not! i dont speak that language. they got off a footnam after wishing that i had a good night. and to stay out of trouble. thank you kind sir. today was a fucking mammoth shift. and by mammoth i mean 10.5hrs after doing a 11.5hrs shift last night. two record breaking busy days in a row and the threat of being understaffed yet again. i shotgun glasses so i wudnt have to deal with people's shit. so not in the mode and i was having fun shutting down people. maybe i even picked the fights. i hate it when REGULARS side order when its absolutely chockas, they think they can get special treatment. i hate it when REGULARS stand near or behind the bar to seem like sikunts 'oh i know the bartenders and i've worked here as an emergency cleaning glasses and i didnt really do a super job at it either'. i had a small argument with a lady who had a booking. i placed her in a location she didnt want to be placed and explained why. there was another booking for the wine library so i could not give the room to her. she said she didnt like the way the furniture was arranged, that it was shocking, and she couldnt have a proper conversation with her friends. she said the space wasnt big enough and she booked for 40 people. it was her 30th today and she wanted it to be special. she hoped i could accommodate her needs. i told i was simply following the instructions in the diary and i would do the best i could to accomodate her needs. i wish i told her to FUCK OFF. She had a sook to james, and james called me to fix some shit up for her, and james called her back, and james called me back. it was a ping pong game against 3 people. james eventually told me to give her room. she came up to me and told me she was taking over and if it was alright. i said: Just do it and get off my back. i took my first break at 1am and put my feet up on the cardboard boxes at jwow. to take out my frustration i made holes into the cardboard with a power drill. i took an hour break and was pleased to find jwow near empty =] must be the shit music. i realised i desparetly needed another job. fast. quick. needed to start climbing this ladder before i get stuck in this comfortable hiddy hole.