Sunday, August 30, 2015

Ma bad ya'll

OK. So I know it has been a few days since I have blogged. I've been drinking a lot. Like a lot. A bitch was drunk 4 days in a row. But never fear. I will recap the last few days. To my best abilities that is. Of what I remember. Ok kids. Here is a recap. Last time, on Christen's blog.............

I am now in with my coworkers!!!!! All of them. I knew they would love me if they just gave me a damn chance. Even with the guys in the bar. Speaking of bar though. So I went to have drinks after work with two of my coworkers. And I was asking them about the whole tip situation. I was asking about how the tip money is actually divided up at the end. They told me that it's not. If someone tips me, do NOT put it in our ghetto tip jar. They said pocket it. Everyone else does it. So all this time, I've been sharing the earnings to my hard ass work and not seeing it when I have to leave early. Rude. Jeezum Crow.

I am becoming more and more of a bartender. The one bartender who was on vacation while I started, has also taken me under his wing. He is the first one to actually teach me how to make cocktails. And makes me make cocktails. I told him that I really appreciate and I thanked him. He told me not to thank him because I need to learn. He said, how am I suppose to learn if I am not taught and I don't make anything. That's when I knew I was in love. LOL. That is literally the same shit I've been saying since I started working there. So in the past few days, I've made a few of our signature drinks, some normal drinks, and a few of my favorite shots.

It's also been a little rough lately with trying to get hours!!!! Which does not work for me at all. I've been trying to get at least 40 hours a week. Normal full time schedule. Well not for them, The full time schedule here is 38 hours. Anyway, my first week was great because I managed to get the 40 hours. Second week, not so great. This week, should hopefully be better. Even though I am not working in the front bar this week, I get to work on events. And someone will actually be training me this time. Which I think is great. There are a lot of hours for events. Because you do so much shit. Also, I considered that being apart of a event planning. So a bitch is about to put that on her resume. That way, when I come home, my job search will be more wide spread with a specific category.

Yesterday I went to a concert with my two main bitches here. It was a Ginuwine concert. I mean, when they first came to me with that shit, I was like, Uh I don't think so. I mean in my head I said that. But outside I was like. Um sure. Yeah I like Ginuwine, but I was never a huge fan of his. My roomie Maaike had to keep reminding me of when it was too. So before the concert yesterday, my girl Sherelle and I went to my restaurant for dinner. The food was absolutely amazing. They have this one item on the menu for two or more people to share. It is a 7 course meal. We could barely finish all of it. But it was so good. And I wanted and needed to eat there anyway, because if I do end up serving, I need to know what I'm selling.

But my coworkers treated us so well. And it was funny because we would put food to the side for them. LOL. SO after dinner, we go to the concert. At this point, I'm still like, Oh ok. The when he finally brings his ass on stage, I got pretty excited. I mean like way too excited to. LOL. Like I was right by the stage. I got to touch him. LOL. And I knew every song that was played. I was kinda shocked that I did. But it was fun. And he brought out Pleasure P. And at first I didn't know who that was until he started singing. But they both have aged moderately well. Well not Pleasure P. I don't know what the fuck happened to him. Also, I'm pretty sure he was completely fucked up. And kinda rude. But whatever.

Here some photos.


Three Fabulous ladies who waited in line for damn near an hour to get into the club where Ginuwine was performing. We cute.


This is how close I was. It was fun. Yay.


Here is a really pretty skyline view of Sydney. Beautiful. 

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