You know at the first bar I assistant managed at, my Bar Manager takes me to the side and tells me that he's going to take a month off, and in that month, I would be the bar manager. Essentially I would pretty be in charge of the front of the house and back of the house when owner and GM weren't there. Last one out every night. Running reports, taking the cash to the bank, scheduling. The whole kebab. Then he tells me, that in this month long vacation, he was going to decide if he was going to take a new job in Hampden. I would be the new XO when he leaves.
Which was alright, you know... I didnt think I COULDN'T do it. That's why you take an assistant manager job in the first place. Thing was, then he tells me "Restaurant is deeply fucked." He didn't get into details, and its not like I had four fucking eyes noticing that a restaurant without customers for seven hours a day is not doing well. But I always thought that we just needed a new angle. Good times were around the bend. I should also mention the stock market crashed the year before. It was brutal.
But I was fine with it for now, AND, I thought that I could bring a new vision and urgency to the proceedings. New ideas. That type of 28 year old bullshit. And I wanted to see if I could do it. Didn't hurt that I could tell women "Yeah, I'm actually the bar manager over at so and so's." Much MUCH better than Assistant Manager trust me. What is an assistant bar manager but "The Monday Bartender" after all.
Time comes, and I do liquor inventory, and I hand the owner what I needed for the week. We had a couple DJ nights and a couple close the store reservations. My owner says "Ehhhh we can't do ALL of that." I say "Whattaya mean, all of that? This is like... a regular liquor order. We desperately needed rail vodka, and it would behoove us to get more thn like TWO fucking draft beers." And he said "We're two months behind with the liquor distributor." I say "Whattaya mean we're two months behind with the liquor distributor."
Well, "We've been getting our liquor from Larry" To which I was like "The guy who installs illegal cable here?" I've told you guys THAT story before. Sure enough, we were doing some ssssssstreeetching the laws a little bit to stay afloat. That place closed a long time ago I can say all that. I mean I've said it before.
So, after we close for the night, I take a big long look at the finances with my co-worker and friend Katie. I had the code now, I could see for myself. A bit of a red wedding situation. Over the next couple days, I find out HOW strapped we are. Like making payroll by the skin of our nuts. 86ing this and that, I'd give the servers an 86 list the size of the silmarillion. Borrowing peter to pay paul. Safe to say we couldn't really pay a bunch of people to work shifts for no money, so doing double shifts, 10AM to 5AM three days a week. Might have a night time server. Watched a lot of Star Trek TNG by myself at the bar for hours.
Started to crack up. It fucking sucked. No days off. Sometimes I'd sleep in the restaurant. Like, I wasn't getting ANY sort of money, and that temporary bar manager income was ummmm not happening. It fucking sucked!
Long story short, and we're not even getting into the Kitchen Fan breaking but holy fucking shit. Long story short, manager came back, gave his two weeks, and I said "You know what, I'm going to do the same damn thing." Fuck me. Quit that job BEFORE getting a new apartment, and considering everything my insiders told me after I quit, it was a wise financial decision.
Anyway just finished RHaenyra Triumphant, the third episode of House of the Dragon season 3.
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