Wow. Ok. So, this past Friday's shift was unlike any shift i've ever had during my tenure as a bar bouncer. On Fridays, there is an 'after work' special/deal, which consists of an all you can eat buffet (pronounced boo-fay), and all you can drink drafts and wells from 6pm-11pm for the one-time low price of $20. Things usually get pretty crazy, but never in my life had I experienced what I saw that one fateful night.
The shift started off normally. It was my job to guard the 'boo-fay.' To answer all of your questions, the answer is 'Yes. It's as glorious a job as it seems.' Basically, I just make sure that only the people who are eating the food have the right colored wrist-band, and if the food is starting to run low, I tell the food-runner to replenish the stash. I am also the sneeze guard (just kidding).
It wasn't entirely awful because it was the beginning to the All-Star weekend so I watched the celebrity game and caught Bieber fever. So from 6-11 I stood there feeling pretty unimportant and useless and kept questioning my motivation to continue my work as a bouncer, and I do because of you the fans. There are stories that need to be told, and thank you for listening (reading).
After breaking down the buffet at 11 I decided I needed a change of scenery from the party of obviously underage DePaul students who were hosting a birthday party, and move to the front and start checking ID's.
Everything was pretty standard until about 12:30am when someone flipped a switch from everyone being normally behaved at a bar to literally dropping like flies.
It all started with this one girl who couldn't of been more than 105 lbs. She was having trouble carrying her own body weight (aka standing upright) so the other door guy and I decided it was time for her to 'kindly' leave. She however, did not take to 'kindly' to the idea of her having to respectfully exit our establishment.
She kept refusing to leave. Once I got her out one of the two doors I kindly explained to her why we asked to her leave. I very plainly, very respectfully told the girl that she had too much to drink and had become a liability to herself as well as the bar. When that didn't work I tried explaining to her that because this is a bar we reserve the right to choose to not serve anyone we please. This is when shit got personal.
'You're just mad because you're ugly,' she exclaimed. I tried to keep my cool and be professional, but this my friends, crossed the line. I know I didn't trim my beard that night, and maybe I didn't get enough sleep the night before and I was pretty tired and didn't feel very well, but that was just a blow to my confidence.
'I bet i'm better at you at anything in life. Go ahead, name one thing and i'll beat you at it.' 'Be better than me at leaving the bar,' I replied with a sarcastic tone. 'Ha. Ha,' the girl responded.
Then I just decided to go back in the bar and hold the door because I had had it up to here with this chick. She tried to open the door but because of my superior strength and masculinity she was unable to do so. 'Ohhh what a big strong man you are,' she shouted through the door. That actually made me laugh.
Then somehow when neither of us doormen were looking she snuck in the door and staged a sit in at the bar. She literally just sat down on the ground. Lifting a dead weight person is pretty difficult. Obvi, we were explaining to her friends why she needed to leave and they understood and were trying to get her to leave too, but this girl was full of perseverance. Her friends tried to get her off the ground and when they did, the other doorman and I gave each other the 'nod' and decided it was time to physically remove the girl from the bar.
He had her arms, I had her legs, and we gently placed her outside. Upon her release she tried to punch the other doorman in the nuts, and slightly connected and proceeded to steal his pen and shouted, "Haha. I've got your pen now!'' That was pretty fucking funny.
Eventually after some crying outside with her friends she FINALLY left. And that ladies and germs was my first fight...kind of (see how it all comes together? this is where I got the title for this post from).
But the madness didn't stop. One guy was standing by the bar and decided to do an improv 'trust fall.' Except nobody caught him. He just fell backwards, spilled his beer, and landed on the cold, hard, probably sticky ground. So he was gone--
Then this other guy just plainly couldn't stand up and then he fell down--so he was gone.
And 3rd times the charm as this other girl was trying to sit down in a char, but just completely missed and fell--so she was gone.
I don't know what the hell the bartenders were serving to these people that night (maybe fall down juice) but I want some.
Thanks for reading,
Justin
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
The 11 Hour Shift
I mean...the title pretty much sums it all up. I was supposed to go in at 6pm like normal, until my phone buzzes with an 'SMS' message at about 1pm from my manager asking me if I can come in early at 4pm. This is where my nice guy chromosome kicks in--I really didn't have a reason to not come in early so I obliged. I just of easily could of said that I couldn't but:
1. They probably needed help setting up for the big pub crawl that night, and
B. of all, more hours=extra paper in my pocket (paper is a street term for cheddar, which means green, which means money)
So I come in early at 4, and whats my first task? If you guessed shoveling snow on the sidewalk to make room for the Trolly to pull up to the bar, you're wrong. Jk. You're right. But at least the temperature outside was starting to warm up so it wasn't completely terrible.
After shoveling a pile of snow, only to create a higher pile of snow 5 feet away from the original pile, we find out that one of the back rooms is flooding. Mind you, this is all happening before 6--when the shift is supposed to actually start.
I come to the backroom to see half of it flooded with maybe an inch or two of water from melted snow. I also come to see the ridiculous method that I was told to help remedy the flood.
We were to take dust pans, sweep (pun not intended) the floor to collect water, than dump it in a garbage can. After few attempts and observing the molasses pace and progress we were making, I start think to myself, 'Hey. We're four intelligent guys here, there's gotta be a more efficient, less idiotic way to collect the water.'
This is the part of the post that I make a recommendation to bar owners/managers across the nation: Invest in a Wet-Vac. Seems like a logical product to have in a bar. But hey, that's why I'm the lowly doorman and not the great idea man.
The rest of the night went pretty smooth for how crazy people were getting. Had to kick a girl out because she literally could not stand under her own power, but overall nothing too crazy... Except for a few couples who thought that the bar was their bedroom, a fatter version of Snooki (and it wasn't a Halloween costume, just her regular outfit and hair), and a white guy who had a dancing motor that did not stop.
Sadly or hilariously, this young gentleman was getting much lower than any female i've ever seen and the dj was provoking him by playing songs that told us to 'get low' or 'drop it down low,' etc... I give him credit though, he truly danced like no one was watching. Unfortunately for him, everyone was.
I ended up leaving at 3am hence, 'The 11 Hour Shift.'
If you're gonna 'dance like no one is watching,' make sure that no one is actually watching. If you are at a crowded bar I recommend you 'dance like everybody is watching.'
1. They probably needed help setting up for the big pub crawl that night, and
B. of all, more hours=extra paper in my pocket (paper is a street term for cheddar, which means green, which means money)
So I come in early at 4, and whats my first task? If you guessed shoveling snow on the sidewalk to make room for the Trolly to pull up to the bar, you're wrong. Jk. You're right. But at least the temperature outside was starting to warm up so it wasn't completely terrible.
After shoveling a pile of snow, only to create a higher pile of snow 5 feet away from the original pile, we find out that one of the back rooms is flooding. Mind you, this is all happening before 6--when the shift is supposed to actually start.
I come to the backroom to see half of it flooded with maybe an inch or two of water from melted snow. I also come to see the ridiculous method that I was told to help remedy the flood.
We were to take dust pans, sweep (pun not intended) the floor to collect water, than dump it in a garbage can. After few attempts and observing the molasses pace and progress we were making, I start think to myself, 'Hey. We're four intelligent guys here, there's gotta be a more efficient, less idiotic way to collect the water.'
This is the part of the post that I make a recommendation to bar owners/managers across the nation: Invest in a Wet-Vac. Seems like a logical product to have in a bar. But hey, that's why I'm the lowly doorman and not the great idea man.
The rest of the night went pretty smooth for how crazy people were getting. Had to kick a girl out because she literally could not stand under her own power, but overall nothing too crazy... Except for a few couples who thought that the bar was their bedroom, a fatter version of Snooki (and it wasn't a Halloween costume, just her regular outfit and hair), and a white guy who had a dancing motor that did not stop.
Sadly or hilariously, this young gentleman was getting much lower than any female i've ever seen and the dj was provoking him by playing songs that told us to 'get low' or 'drop it down low,' etc... I give him credit though, he truly danced like no one was watching. Unfortunately for him, everyone was.
I ended up leaving at 3am hence, 'The 11 Hour Shift.'
If you're gonna 'dance like no one is watching,' make sure that no one is actually watching. If you are at a crowded bar I recommend you 'dance like everybody is watching.'
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Return
Guess who's baaaaaaaack?? You got it bitches. Me.
You're probably asking yourself, ''Justin, why haven't you updated your awesome blog in the past 2 months?'' The answer to that question is, "I thought I was fired.'' Turns out I wasn't.
Basically, what it came down to was me growing a pair to confront my manager and be like, ''Hey, my username and password on the online 'schedulizer' isn't working.'' But, have no fear. I'm back with a vengeance, and a scarf (foreshadow).
Friday night was my first shift in a while, and I thought I forgot how to stand in one place for 8 hours and observe funny drunken messes. It's like riding a bike.
In the months that I was away, the bar started having bands play on their stage. When I saw this I thought, ''Alright awesome. I love bands.'' The band that played was not bad, but the general consensus between patrons and other employees alike was that they played too many boy band songs. The guy at the bar wearing a skull bandanna and long beard told me, "These guys fucking blow." I, however enjoyed their covers of *N Sync and Backstreet Boys.
There were also rules to be in this band:
1. You must wear a scarf
2. You must smoke cigs on the reg when not playing
3. You must try your best to get your hair to look like @SchneiderMon's (using twitter ID to preserve anonymity), but it's an #EpicFail, because that's impossible
4. You must be wearing a scarf at all times
Like we get it. Scarves are in. I wear them too, but not when i'm playing a show. Why? Because that wreaks of 'doucebag-ness.' Yes, you are the lead singer and rhythm guitarist of a cover band and everyone can already tell because you wear scarves on stage and smoke on the reg.
Let's see...what else happened...I saw a chick slo-motion puke almost on my shoes. That was definitely a 'life flashed before my eyes' moment'. I won't go into further detail.
I'm glad to be back. Mostly because I like the money, but really because I like writing for my millions upon millions of The Rock's fans.
Faithfully yours,
Me
You're probably asking yourself, ''Justin, why haven't you updated your awesome blog in the past 2 months?'' The answer to that question is, "I thought I was fired.'' Turns out I wasn't.
Basically, what it came down to was me growing a pair to confront my manager and be like, ''Hey, my username and password on the online 'schedulizer' isn't working.'' But, have no fear. I'm back with a vengeance, and a scarf (foreshadow).
Friday night was my first shift in a while, and I thought I forgot how to stand in one place for 8 hours and observe funny drunken messes. It's like riding a bike.
In the months that I was away, the bar started having bands play on their stage. When I saw this I thought, ''Alright awesome. I love bands.'' The band that played was not bad, but the general consensus between patrons and other employees alike was that they played too many boy band songs. The guy at the bar wearing a skull bandanna and long beard told me, "These guys fucking blow." I, however enjoyed their covers of *N Sync and Backstreet Boys.
There were also rules to be in this band:
1. You must wear a scarf
2. You must smoke cigs on the reg when not playing
3. You must try your best to get your hair to look like @SchneiderMon's (using twitter ID to preserve anonymity), but it's an #EpicFail, because that's impossible
4. You must be wearing a scarf at all times
Like we get it. Scarves are in. I wear them too, but not when i'm playing a show. Why? Because that wreaks of 'doucebag-ness.' Yes, you are the lead singer and rhythm guitarist of a cover band and everyone can already tell because you wear scarves on stage and smoke on the reg.
Let's see...what else happened...I saw a chick slo-motion puke almost on my shoes. That was definitely a 'life flashed before my eyes' moment'. I won't go into further detail.
I'm glad to be back. Mostly because I like the money, but really because I like writing for my millions upon millions of The Rock's fans.
Faithfully yours,
Me
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