really. never again.
i've been doing very well working weeknights, + sunday night. i've skipped fridays & saturdays to steer clear from the party crowd & one too many girls that i've heard consume my club on the weekends.
what possessed me to work this saturday, i really don't know.
in the first thirty minutes i was granted the wonderful task by the manager to "help out/watch out" for a new girl... who was nice enough, but after 20 minutes of explaining the club to her, i realized i wasn't going to make any money this way.
so then i go over to the manager, to ask him very nicely if i can leave miss new girl alone for a while. he's standing behind the bar, i begin talking and then the peice of wood that opens up and down to let you behind the bar and whatnot, falls on my face. not a light peice of wood by any means. but a heavy, dense, 30 pound, something like a 4x4... lands smack on my eyes and nose.
blood everywhere. black eyes. & broken nose. & me crying like a baby. in my first 30 minutes!!!
fabulous.
luckily, management waived my house fee & i left with a whopping $37.
i'll take this as a sign not to work saturdays. blah.



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. Weird night I guess.




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