This huge guy came to the booth three times, demanding I play Drake and hip hop. Meanwhile I have no rap girls (which is a small miracle these days), and three very fussy rock type girls coming up. One of the several girls after them might go for the Drake, but I'm not going to go running after her to check--and he's still going to have to wait a while even then.
Plus I am trying to clean up a broken beer bottle and beer right next to the booth, plus projectile vomit in the men's room and the foyer outside both bathrooms. He was sorta nice about it the first time, if rather insistent that it needed to be done--but wanted to wait there after I said "I'll see what I can do." If you are a stripclub DJ, you will know how they stand there like it's actually going to mean that by continuing to block the way in or out for everyone else, you will play it next or whatever.
No, the longer you stand there like I need to drop everything and piss off the girl onstage to play whatever the fuck you want, the less likely it is I will even think about it.
Then he keeps coming back, more insistent each time, even bringing a dancer with him the 3rd time. The fucking dancer starts telling me I need to play what the guy wants, presumably because he was making a big deal out of complaining to the waitress, manager, and then her, as well as his 3-4 friends with him--none of whom were tipping any of the dancers, mind you.
Naturally he picked the fussiest, pickiest, pain-in-the-ass about music girl there, who doesn't like Drake or rap at all whatsoever. At this point I am getting sick of this motherfucker pestering me, not to mention all the vomit. And though I love this girl despite her diva traits, and she tips the hell out of me every time, I solved the problem by telling her 'Fine, you can dance to his music then.'
She gave me that 'deer in the headlights' look, clearly not realizing what she had set herself up for. Meanwhile I am still annoyed, and there's still vomit left, so I told the guy who was blocking the way out of the booth that I had to get out. Again, that is--as I used that failsafe trick to get rid of annoying customers the 2nd time he came back demanding hip hop. He was quite clearly not wanting to get the fuck out of my way, even more than the last two times--at least until I presumably agreed to play his fucking Drake. Which at this point is never going to happen, unless the manager orders me to.
But despite being easily twice my weight, he got the fuck out of the way. Very unhappy about it, clearly--but tough shit. By the time I got back from getting the last vomit and wiping down the area with disinfectant, they had left.
Certainly not the worst night I've had, but interesting.
Feel free to share your weird, disgusting, or annoying night at work here.
This should maybe be in Industry Insight, I might move it there later.





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