Hijinks At Work, Part Deaux

I feel you, bro. Went to a concert Wednesday night and stood for three plus hours for the entire show.

Just about recovered from that by yesterday when I spent four hours crawling around on a cold concrete garage floor cleaning, waxing and readying my bike for winter storage.

Today, it’s do the same for the mower and then a full hand wash, dry and wax of my new truck. Thank God the work week starts tomorrow so I can relax a little.

GO DODGERS!!!

Ouch! Toys are stored for the winter. Four plus hours, but both vehicles can now fit in the garage (with the Hog nestled into her winter “corner”. New truck fits, but with less than a foot clearance both front and back. Didn’t even make a dime!

But the bowl is full, hot tub is at a tasty 98 degrees and a variety of cold beers in the fridge. Winter sucks, but it goes by pretty fast these days, much like everything else.

GO DODGERS!!!

Worked a 50th birthday party last Saturday. There were two parties. One an 18 year old's birthday party. The other a 50 year old's birthday party. I'm not on the schedule this week & didn't want to spend maybe my last shift in November carding kids. My boss was actually looking out for me & had me slated to work the party of 150. I took the party of 80 instead.

It probably worked out for both Eddie & me. I think he did slightly better than me. Parents were at his party. I didn't have to worry about parents looking out for me. Barely broke a sweat & made $125.00. Finished a bit earlier than Eddie & so helped him break down his bar.

Eddie is by far the most capable bartender they've paired me with. The party he worked was Spanish speaking. Mine was English speaking. It was perfect.

My surviving brother is starting to scare me. He's been shaking between drinks for maybe ten years. Yesterday he said he doesn't eat much anymore & throws up a lot. Said he had switched to vodka after years of whiskey. His vomit is clear.

Our deceased brother followed a similar pattern. Got to the point he could drink but not eat. Like his body was rejecting nutrients. Mom & I had Dave committed the second time he passed out & quit breathing. I'm pretty sure the police killed him when an APB was put out for his arrest. To this day I view all cops with suspicion.

I promised to get John some Parkinson's medication I once took for Restless Leg Syndrome. It's worth a try. I should have him over more often too, to make sure he eats right. There's only the two of us left from our family nucleus. John never took that seriously before. Bet he will now.

Oh! Talked to another employee & found out what a joke my supervisor Jorge was. All I said was he panics too easily & didn't know what the fuck he was doing. This other guy filled in the blanks. Two other employees nodded knowingly but were wise enough to not comment.

The upshot was he hides when it's busy. He shows up & nitpicks when it's slow. He's basically worthless. Okay. I figured that much.

In their defense I only sold $158.00. The departed was pretty old & so were many of the mourners.

Usually these events have a minimum. $500.00 is the norm. After that I'm free. If they don't reach it, I cost $125.00. Unfortunately I don't see any of that. So what is the percentage of $20.50 on $158.00? 15%? Close to that? The problem wasn't the percentage. It was the volume.

There were no kids. That's weird.

What else did this other guy tell me? He had some really choice words for Jorge. I remember now. I asked who the manager on duty was. Jorge? He said no. Would you like me to call him? He had a sparkle in his eye. Like are you sick of him too. Then the other two guys laughed.

Got out a little past midnight. Four hours of overtime. Only made $148.00 total in tips on less than $1,200.00 combined sales. That's cool. I didn't really work.

A waiter mentioned this being the sales department's fault. That was completely unsolicited. He's right though.