So I worked from 2 - 10 pm. I've never worked at night b4, never stayed after work to drink. I was working with Fred the awesome, who isn't a bitch like the daytime bartender, and a cute little thing named Paula. Even during work we were playing around and having a great time. After my shift, I was trying to score an ounce from P's boyfriend, but I had to wait. So me and the cook who was going to drive me started drinking. We had just watched the bitchy bartender sit there after her shift and consume 5 beers and 3 shots in 3 hours - overservice if I do say so. She got drunk but didnt make poor choices, like I did.
My limit is about 2 drinks. 2 drinks gives me a righteous buzz, and I should have stopped there. Instead I demanded that my friends serve me 4 drinks in under one hour. I don't know why, they were just so tasty and it felt so good. I remember running behind the counter to spank Paula really, really hard, because it was funny. Later, the cook and I were fighting over a bar stool, which ended up falling over. So we went outside in the parking lot and slap boxed. All of this was caught on camera, even teh part when I grabbed his goatee and dragged him down and we both almost fell over. Anyway, in my beligerent state I was like IM GONNA GO GAMBLE. I only made 15 dollars today, wtf I might as well. Watch, I will go in there and double my money.
Welll.... I'm not sure how it happened but I decided it would be even more fun if it wasn't my money. So I convinced a customer of mine to "tip" me an xtra 20 bucks and we went in the SCAM party. WTF was I thinking? I should have known it was against the rules. So we were playing poker against the house, and indeed I did double my money on a risky bet. Instead of working Fred was standing there coaching me to win. It was awesome - I was so pumped. Then I made a grave mistake. Right at the table I tried to give the customer his 20 dollar "investment" back. My pushing my chips toward him I alerted security, when they found out I work there and what I had done the pit boss yelled at me; Fred stuck up for me. The next thing I know Fred got yanked off his shift and sent home.
Damnit, I think Fred is going to get fired, and that will suck for me b/c he helps me make hella money and we have fun at work. I cannot believe how the alcohol and gambling took me down. By the time I got home I was puking in my front yard (yay, go Cari) and seriously regretting my choices. From now on I will not party at work, even though I help people to party all day.
By the way I'm not much of a drinker, and very naive (innocent
) sometimes. That's what I'm goin to say when I go in there - I'm sorry and I won't do it again.
