And so it begins, as they say.
After a (mostly) productive school week, back to the bar we go.
It was a weird-ish night. Not in terms of idiots, of which there were blessedly, few, but just in a general sense. Lots of people. Not as many drinkers. Lots of slow with spurts of activity. My fellow barkeep and I had ample time to chat and/or stock the bar, between bouts of guests to serve.
It was rather handy, as biology was being annoying (not sure what -that- was all about, but has since settled.)
We did have a new bar supervisor being shown the ropes last night. I’m not sure what to make of her. Nice older native lady. Seems a bit timid on first impression, so I’m not sure how she’s going to handle the less fun parts of the job. That’s troublesome for the bar staff as that level of backup makes our job easier, but – hey – if she does not as they say, possess the stones for the job, we’ll know soon enough and we’ll deal with it. Not to be overly cynical, but turnover rate on bar supervisors is high. If she washes out, she washes out, and we’ll keep right on going.
That said, she seems pleasant enough, and I’m not wishing her ill. Asks questions, which is good. Benefit of doubt and all that.
We were -supposed- to have the new bar back last night, according to the schedule, but didn’t see hide nor hair. I was honestly a little disappointed, as I’d been sorta looking forward to sending him off on the traditional fool’s errand to fetch “corkscrew grease”, but on the other hand, I didn’t have to slice off 10% of my tips for the bar back either so, eh. Not complaining. They’re nice to have, no lie, especially when it’s busy. We’ve gotten so used to making do without one though, that they’re gonna have to be impressive, or at least willing to learn how to be impressive.
Anyrate, apart from knocking down another philosophy lecture for the week’s school agenda, nothing particularly of note came about, and that was that.
Take it easy, folks.