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Thursday 8 November 2007

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!)

22 People trying to get Manuel's attention:

Upset Waitress said...

Any normal person would be celebrating this extra day with a boner. :|

Manuel said...

Upset Waitress: What are you implying?

ellie said...

Hope your god child enjoys getting the homemade curry for christmas, aren't kids weird ?

Upset Waitress said...

Well, storming off with that nice shiny head....... Oh nevermind. I drink ya know!!!

Manuel said...

Ellie: Bwahahahahaha very good...and well she might too. Its great...cant play games on it though......

Manuel said...

Upset Waitress: Yes but I had to make them feel bad....I react first then think later, much much later......

Upset Waitress said...

I react first, then get fired. Hah! I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Your job is bloody hard work. I'd bussed before in my 20s and had forgotten how knackered I was after a shift of that. But with the bar/restaurant thing we've just got going with here it's been all hands to the pump and I've been chipping in all over. Except, actually for the hands to the pump bit because I pour the lousiest pint West of the Mississippi. I'm not allowed to pour pints any more. Even my husband says so and he loves me. And me a Scotswoman too. It's a terrible personal let-down.

Manuel said...

Upset Waitress: Bwahahaha me too. Thing is the bosses have got use to my explosions and they now have no effect....

Sam: That is just so shameful...tut tut tut...how's it going? You having fun? Need anyone? I could do with a working holiday?

Jenny said...

God, I hope something happens tomorrow at work for you, too.

Otherwise, you might pop out another blog.

The Mistress said...

I can't keep up to your posting schedule.

Are you channeling Knudsen?

Manuel said...

Boxer: Maybe, just maybe I will.....

Mj: One a day every day, like fruit and vegetables.....Knudsen? pffft

Cycles Goff said...

Occasionally, generally on sunny summer Friday evenings, no one shows up for one of my classes. I get paid anyway.

This makes me very, very happy.

Is it just me? said...

Hope you had a lovely extra night of freedom and perfected your 'that mistake you made with the rota really messed up my week' face.
x

Manuel said...

Gimme: You mean you hide in the cupboard until they have gone....hehehe

Is it just me?: I'm just so angry GRRRRRR

Anonymous said...

Jaysus, stop your whinging Manuel!
I'd be as happy as an unsupervised priest in an orphanage if I got a day off.
Bloody waiters... never happy.

The Little Cheese said...

Manager who works out the schedules did that to test you.

You must kill him and have the schedules all to yourself! Mwaahahaha!

Mudflapgypsy said...

It was the fact you'd dragged your ass into work to find out you weren't meant to be in that day.

Real risk of going postal.

The shift manager geezer has to be a complete buffoon.
Go on tell me he is.

Megan McGurk said...

Bonus night off sounds great. What a reprieve.
So what did you wind up doing instead?

Anonymous said...

I just hope you didn't find out that you'd missed a table of the worlds biggest tippers...

Super Nana said...

I don't get bonus days! I'm already burnt out and we haven't even hit Thanksgiving yet! I'm tired of teaching. Lets'a go open a bar somewhere warm, with no teenagers.

Manuel said...

Sheepo: One day we will rise up, one day...

Little Cheese: Then the precious would be mine....all mine

Flappy: Liverpool supporter....I rest my case m'lud

Medbh: Made bonus night dinner for a very surprised LMM, watched TV, then blogged...sweet.....

Conortje: First question I asked,I missed nothing.....

Super Nana: Tremendous idea, no teenagers, and I write my own schedule....