Show us your tips
Work wise, the shit is about to hit the fan. I sauntered in a little before 11 last night, when it should have been dead, and instead it was like our bar rush, only the line went out the door. It went by super though, and we ended up doing well in tips for a wednesday.
This, however, does not bode well for the future, because it means the sorority sisters and the lame dudes who follow them around are gonna be rushing the Pit before the bars close because, once their bids are finalized and their hazing begins, they're not supposed to drink, for like, 2 months. Yet another reason I could never be in a sorority.
Anyways, tonight will be a test, as it's a Thursday, a big clubbing night, and many a first year will be stretching their clubbing legs and checking to see if their brand new Fake I.D.s work. Bar owners are good business people, and in this town, for the most part, know how to assess risk situations. IE.:
* Tall skinny, adolescent looking guy amidst a bunch of semi-pre-pubescent girls at a club frequented by first-years, not of age, big moron, will say too much to an Undercover agent.
*two the three girls, dressed casually, cool exterior and long sleeves (hiding the wrist bands), not of age, but not a great risk either.
*Gaggle of girls, dressed to the nines, too much make up, sorority sisters, a mix of girls with realsitic IDs and those with out...need more info.
Then after all these people get drunk off of sips from their friend's drinks, they decide it'd be a good idea to go to the Pita Pit, to undo all the caloric damage they have just wreaked on their bodies.
Like the bar managers, we must learn to assess our customer and guage the possibilty of tip giving, hopefully, increase our odds. It takes a little while to pick up on it, and oddly enough, drunkness is never a factor, it depends on their mood and whether or not they might be getting laid. Sometimes, the cashier can work with them a little and squeeze out a few quarters.
So. wish me luck.
This, however, does not bode well for the future, because it means the sorority sisters and the lame dudes who follow them around are gonna be rushing the Pit before the bars close because, once their bids are finalized and their hazing begins, they're not supposed to drink, for like, 2 months. Yet another reason I could never be in a sorority.
Anyways, tonight will be a test, as it's a Thursday, a big clubbing night, and many a first year will be stretching their clubbing legs and checking to see if their brand new Fake I.D.s work. Bar owners are good business people, and in this town, for the most part, know how to assess risk situations. IE.:
* Tall skinny, adolescent looking guy amidst a bunch of semi-pre-pubescent girls at a club frequented by first-years, not of age, big moron, will say too much to an Undercover agent.
*two the three girls, dressed casually, cool exterior and long sleeves (hiding the wrist bands), not of age, but not a great risk either.
*Gaggle of girls, dressed to the nines, too much make up, sorority sisters, a mix of girls with realsitic IDs and those with out...need more info.
Then after all these people get drunk off of sips from their friend's drinks, they decide it'd be a good idea to go to the Pita Pit, to undo all the caloric damage they have just wreaked on their bodies.
Like the bar managers, we must learn to assess our customer and guage the possibilty of tip giving, hopefully, increase our odds. It takes a little while to pick up on it, and oddly enough, drunkness is never a factor, it depends on their mood and whether or not they might be getting laid. Sometimes, the cashier can work with them a little and squeeze out a few quarters.
So. wish me luck.
posted by Weinkle at
7:17 PM
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