chunder down under

Well, it's been about a month since I last updated this blog. A number of reasons really, but mainly that I have been too busy. Another being that not much interesting has happened either. I have worked my last shift at the bar, although I am still at the same place but am moving over to the front office. It's a lot more interesting (and easier) plus it means that I am not getting home at 4:30 in the morning and losing my whole weekends. For the last couple of shifts I did they had to train someone up to do my job so I was stuck in the "Mez Bar", which is their "exclusive nightclub". Although pretty much anyone can get in as long as they are not dressed as a total bogan, which to be fair does exclude a lot of drinkers here. I particularly hate working up there as the people are far messier, drunker and all round more wanky than downstairs. All around two sides of the bar there are beds and curtains with white (wipe-clean) coverings, the idea being that people can relax and lounge back while sipping their drinks from a tray a la Austin Powers. The reality, of course, being that drinks are kicked over and spilt all over the furnishings while those too pissed to stand can sprawl semi-comatose on the beds. The only thing that made it bearable was that I was given a Glassie to help me out and to collect glasses. It turned out to be this weird guy who I didn't really know and who I thought was stressing out about the whole thing. It turned out he was just pilling his head off, and when it properly kicked in was one of the funniest things I've seen. He seemed to spend much of his time putting his tray and dancing like a mong, coming back and throwing the rubbish in the sink and the glasses in the bin. And shouting things like "It's a jungle out there man! Ok, soldier, I'm going in..." all the time gurning with his eyes like saucers while the punters on the other side of the bar gawped.
I also seemed to know half the people up there which made it a bit better, and knowing it was my last couple of nights meant that I could be really rude to people and not care. All in all, although I may miss some of the people who work there, it's such a great feeling not to do it any more.