Bonus night

boozehound

It was Monday morning and I wasn't in a great mood, it was a Leopard thing. But having been off work for a few days I needed to know when I was scheduled again. They have a habit of bringing you back from your holidays early, without telling you. So I phoned the restaurant....

[Ring Ring, Ring Ring] Doesn't actually sound like that but you get the point.

"Hello, this is the place where Manuel works, how can I help you?"

"Oh hello 'Mr Manager who does the schedule' it's Manuel here. How are you? Busy? Any craic?"

"Nah, just the usual. Busy enough."

"Sweet, sweet. So when am I back to work?"

"Eh that's Wednesday, you have your course on Tuesday night and you're back here on Wednesday at 5pm."

'That's sweet mate, sure I'll see you then."

"Righto see you then."

"Yeah see you then."

We have the best chats. But despite the rather dull phone call I was able to get the information I wanted, I start back at work at 5pm on Wednesday. Spot on.

So there I was at 3.55pm ambling my ass into work, said hello to a few regulars who were lining the bar drinking their usual drinks in their usual seats wearing their usual clothes talking the same old shite. Nothing changes in a week does it? I shouldn't joke, between the three of them they are keeping two men in full time jobs. Honestly, one of them went off the booze recently whilst he waited for some test results from his doctor, 3 barmen were reduced to part time shifts during this downturn in beer sales. Thankfully his liver isn't completely busted and my co-workers are looking forward to a happy Christmas again.

I hauled my ass upstairs in the way someone does when they are about to start their first shift in a week. I scanned the notice board for the usual threats/thanks from the management, there were neither. I checked the hours paid for last week to ensure I had been remunerated properly for my days off, I had. I checked for the schedule to see what else I was working this week. And that's when I let out a little (not so little if I'm being honest), "What the fuck?" Sunday and Monday off, Tuesday wine course, Wednesday were I expected it to say 5 to F(inish) it instead read OFF! I hit the phone, actually hit the phone, and called the office. Guess who answered? Yes, 'Mr Manager who does the schedule' that's who. One terse phone call we established that I indeed was off on Wednesday and due to start back at 11am on Thursday.

So there I was, dressed for work, head shaved to a shiny ball, with a pocket full of pens and no one wanted me. You're all going "AWH' now aren't you? You better be. I stormed off but as I was storming I realised that it wasn't such a bad thing and by the time I got round to the bus stop (in the rain) I was delighted!! Bonus night, a night free from the tyranny of work to do with whatever I wanted. (Like blogging eh-LMM). But when I get back to work tomorrow I will play it up for all it's worth, well you would wouldn't you.......

God I hope something interesting happens at work tomorrow or I'll end up telling you what I had for dinner and what I'm getting my Godchild for Christmas.

(Homemade curry and a Nintendo Ds btw - shit that's tomorrows post ruined!)