So, I work in a bar, yes, it's not the most high class job but it's a part time thing for extra cash while at uni. And I enjoy it... Most of the time. Plenty of people can tell you I have had more than one or two rants about customers and people who come to the bar.
Now, may I point out, The bar I work in is lovely, the staff are lovely, we're all polite, trained well, good at service skills and always, ALWAYS happy to help. As a rule, we get normal customers, who are pleasant enough. But obviously, this isn't aimed at them!
So,
Number one pet hate above
ANYTHING is manners. Or lack thereof. I'm not smiling and being pleasant because I have to, you know? I'm also not here for you to bark your order at with severe lack of respect. It really, really annoys me when you get an arsehole who just says 'white wine'. For starters, it doesn't sound complete without a please, and also who the fuck made you king of the world? I'm not here to be treated like shit, you're rude to me i'm gonna be rude right back at you. I don't HAVE to serve you, I CAN get you kicked out, and let's face it, who they going to listen to, the wronged person who is loyal and works for them, or some drunk person who's rude? Exactly. Not that I would, but you know. It really riles me. If i'm in a mood that could rival the wrath of the god's and I manage to say please and thankyou, then why the hell can't you? You're not at work, you're not starving, seething after a big row with your boyfriend and behind on your coursework, and even if you are you're out having a good time, i'm at work. If i can get the hell over whatevers bothering me and give you an ounce of respect then you can do the same, Arsehole.
Number two is really vague orders.
"I'll have a lager please"
"A glass of wine please"
"A spirit please, with coke"
(These are genuine orders I have been told myself, by the way)
So, I understand that sometimes you may not have decided and that's fine, but you know if you want a red, white or rosé wine, you also know what spirit you drink, so why do it? I sometimes feel like with some customers they're just looking for an excuse to waste your time more than they have to, Like they get a kick out of it, and this irritates me. The
worst part is when I'll come back like 'Which lager, we have three' So i'll list our lagers, tell them the percentage or a bit about them if needs be, and thats fine. For people who accept this, continue with their order and progress with their night, I thank you. You have only mildly irritated me with your vague silliness. But then, you get the Arseholes who seem annoyed you're asking them which one, and giving them choices. Well I am SO sorry for trying to get you the best drink possible, I'm sorry my service skills and manners are offending you, but your all-round pig shit impression isn't exactly tickling my fancy, either.
So, you want a lager, brilliant. If I don't give you choices and get you the one you want you'll moan. I've tried the carry on with it approach too, and started pouring our cheapest, or our most popular, and then i get 'I didn't want that one'.
SO WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SPECIFY, OH BUDDY OF MINE?!
Seriously, make your mind up while you're waiting to be served rather than whinging you've been waiting for 2 minutes. Again, I feel compelled to say Arsehole.
My
number 3 pet hate is persistent, usually drunken, men. It really annoys me when you get disgusting perverts who are just hunting for an excuse to talk to you. Is your life THAT boring? Are you THAT lonely?
I'm all for a bit of banter, it is a bar you know, it's to be expected some poor chaps going to try their luck at some point, to which you kindly decline, well, I do anyway. Usually a bit of a laugh and a joke, and then they go on their way, And i continue with my job. A bit of banter can be fun, a cheeky compliment or two, hey, i'm a girl, you wanna tell me I have pretty eyes then thankyou, that's lovely of you to say. This, however does NOT mean i'm coming home with you. At all. Not even a little bit. Now, I'm not the most subtle-looking female. By that I don't mean i'm the most drop dead gorgeous thing ever, not even close to that. But I work in a bar, I'm 5ft3 and I'm blessed/cursed with a VERY curvy feminine figure.
So you know, it's a bit hard to hide your boobs when you're an F cup, but I still try. T-shirts, covering tops, and such. I don't WANT the attention off these guys, so I won't provoke it, So with me not being sexual at all, to the best of my ability, you can at least give me the respect to not fucking talk to my chest. It won't talk back, and it's very defensive boyfriend who goes by the name of Fist will soon get involved, comprends?
Anyway, the persistent side of it. So, If i get asked for my number, to go out sometime, etc. I decline. Kindly at first, but not in a flirty playful well. I say I have a boyfriend, as I do. You'd think that that'd be the end of it? Oh no.
"It's alright dahhlin, you can 'ave two boyfriends"
Oh dear god, really? You really think that highly of me don't you? Maybe your sister, or in fact mother has shown that to you, but it is NOT right and it is certainly not anything I would dream of doing. One man's enough trouble (haha ;])
I've said i'm gay before "I'll turn ya straight"
I've said i'm not interested, which is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and one guy, only one mind, clearly stupider than the rest, ACCUSED me of playing hard to get. Am I really? Oh yes, Silly me. You are clearly the most perfect vision of manhood I ever did see, Let me fall at your feet immediately and.... THROW THE FUCK UP.
Did you REALLY think that'd work?! Just for that I'm not even going to be polite. Two loyal words followed shortly after ;)
So yes, some girls may be playful and playing hard to get, but I make it clear i'm not, And If i came into your work and made sexual/romantic advances on you it'd surely not be tolerated, so remember i'm at work. Which is lucky, as by now i'd of broke your jaw ¬.¬
Siiiideeee nooooote!!
*So, i work in a bar, fair enough. This DOES NOT give anyone the permission to grab my arse or touch me intimately while i'm glass collecting or walking past. I *will* kick the living shit out of you. If i grabbed your cock against your will, it'd be sexual harrassment. SO BACK THE FUCK OFF*
Number four is when customers are pulling a face at the bar staff for functioning. You do realise that we are human beings, not robots? Our sole purpose is not to serve you, we need to eat, drink and cool down too, right?
Our hands get dirty, we wash them. We need a drink, we neck water quickly inbetween serving. We're starving *very common occurence on a night shift*
, we eat crisps inbetween serving, but in a hygeinic way. So why the hell are you wrinkling up your brow and glaring at me?
We don't get breaks when it's busy. It's not like your office job when you can swan off for a cig now and again, or nip to the toilet when you feel necessary. We have to put everything on hold so we can get your drinks to you. So don't be moaning at me for necking a pint of water in about ten seconds because i'm dehydrated and overheating.
Also, i'm not washing my hands for fun, i said give me one second so why the moaning and glaring? Do you WANT milk and lime combined in your vodka and coke?
I thought not. Step off, bitch!
I have quite a few pet hates and I understand I can be quite venomous, but you back a caged animal into a corner too much and it's going to maul *the fuck* out of you eventually, right? Common courtesy seems to be a thing of the past for plenty of people these days, and a simple thankyou or please seem to be like asking them to tell me an Aesops fable in perfect latin, which i'm certainly not. People in general annoy me, for simple things, stupid, unnecessary things. Most of the pet hates reside in other factors though, such as public transport, waiting in a queue, etc.
So keep your eyes peeled for my rant on using public transport *winks*