Gervais Bahorel (daringwaistcoat) wrote in valarnet, @ 2013-04-03 04:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | bahorel, emile joly, marie louise de savoy, sif |
The thing that sucks about suddenly losing your job, right after you'd given notice that you're starting something better is that the next night, you're still finding yourself doing work hours, even though they're completely fucking insane.
Okay, so back up a little? Last night I go to hand in my notice. Mark, the guy on doors was actually kind of glad about it. Hates how I keep charging comp drinks to his tab, but everybody else was mourning for me, dammit. Mourning and they'd started planning my goodbye party, and which of the patrons we were going to invite when, not two hours later, we get a knock at the back door.
The health inspectors came again, and THIS time, the first one under the new name with new paperwork drawn up and every step taken to avoid leaving a papertrail, they shut us down for kitchen violations, bathroom violations, safety hazards on the floor...
Not that this isn't a thing that happens every six months ago at the old Drunk Tank, and not that I wasn't already heading for much greener, saner, pastures, but it was still kind of a bitch, and I don't think I get my party now.
Sometimes you just get the urge to punch stuff, which, on my way out, I definitely did. Hole through the bar they're gonna have fun replacing. At least I liked THAT part of it.
Yeah, Joly, I used those bathrooms and I ate that food. You can start running now. I totally will understand.