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Yet another reason my wife rocks
Sep. 3rd, 2006 02:00 amI suspect that many women would be upset if their husbands showed up at the door at quarter of one on a Saturday night reeking of booze.
Okay, I suppose the fact that I'm a bartender and all the booze is applied externally may made a difference.
It was a fun event -- there were two of us working, and I think we BOTH spend the first hour in the weeds. But, y'know, being in the weeds with another equally competent bartender doesn't suck -- if your coworkers are morons, THEN it sucks -- you're better off being slammed alone than slammed with someone who has no clue what to do (and simply being inexperienced isn't a problem -- you'll figure it out in ten or fifteen minutes as long as you keep trying. Being inexperienced and prone to panic is a problem). But being slammed with another bartender who is also competent and efficient under pressure is actually quite a lot of fun. It does mean that my shirt cuffs pick up a certain amount of booze, though.
Okay, I suppose the fact that I'm a bartender and all the booze is applied externally may made a difference.
It was a fun event -- there were two of us working, and I think we BOTH spend the first hour in the weeds. But, y'know, being in the weeds with another equally competent bartender doesn't suck -- if your coworkers are morons, THEN it sucks -- you're better off being slammed alone than slammed with someone who has no clue what to do (and simply being inexperienced isn't a problem -- you'll figure it out in ten or fifteen minutes as long as you keep trying. Being inexperienced and prone to panic is a problem). But being slammed with another bartender who is also competent and efficient under pressure is actually quite a lot of fun. It does mean that my shirt cuffs pick up a certain amount of booze, though.