I got high before closing the bar I work at
Here’s my experience as a shit pothead thinking I am what I once was
Finds half smoked joint from past bartender.
Fuck it. Lights up.
Does closing duty.
I’m done. Cool.
Hey I forgot this
And this.
And this.
FUCK I FORGOT THE PUKE IN THE MENS BATHROOM.
*mops more than wanted*
Finished shit.
Fuck I forgot my drawer.
Great gotta clock in.
*Clocks in
Get my drawer
*clock out.
Count my drawer.
*Fuck I’m high
Can’t understand counting a combined drawer( since I picked up the rest of the last hour of the last bartenders shift).
Counts to 400.
Fuck.
I forgot my financial.
*Clock in
Prints financial.
*Clock out
Fuck I forgot to enter my tips.
*Clock in.
Enter tips.
*Clocked out.
FUCK
I FORGOT TO PRINT MY NEW FINANCIAL
*CLOCKS IN
PRINTS FINANCIAL
CLOCKS OUT*
My life as a bartender













