Bar Work....

Get the change right - it becomes second nature. Always look at the note one last time before putting in the till so you're so sure that if they say 'I gave you a £20', you can categorically say, 'no, you gave me a £10'.

I got into the habit of dropping the note onto the screen of the till as the cash drawer opened - sort out the change and hand it to the punter, THEN put the note into the till.
That way I could use the light on the screen to check for the silver foil and watermarks, and they see that you put the note in last means they can;t try and stitch you over the "I gave you a 20" routine.

However, only do this is the screen is far enough back from the punters that they can't reach it.
 
The only action I had was taking two female regulars back to my house. One was married, the other getting married (the younger prettier one). I said to her, do you fancy sex?. To which she replied, 'I can't, I'm getting married'. So I turned to the other one to which she replied 'yes'. I got to 5th. Afterwards, she only texted her husband for a lift home. :o So 3am in the morning, husband picks her up, and the prettier one turns to me and we snogged on the doorstep to make out it was me and her - the reason they were back at mine. Score!

The one I went with came back round a few days later, one lunchtime for some more.

So if a customer, whose a builder, who treats you like muck and constantly looks down on you even though your the most courteous you can be. And the women I went with from the paragraph above separates from her husband and ends up with this guy, you know there is a god and he's got a sense of humour :cool:

I first I was like :eek:

Then I :cool:
 
lol, what happened? :D :eek:

Nothing! She wasn't exactly a looker, it was more that she was getting married the next day, was steaming drunk and wanted to cheat on her future husband already which had me in awe!

I did meet plenty of other girls though, some are so filthy you have to be careful of them, as you get some regulars who have slept with most men in town!

When you think of it like that, all the long hours, late nights, smoke inhalation, putting up with drunken idiots and cleaning doesn't seem so bad. The grass is always greener.
 
I collected glasses in a trendy pub in Glasgow when I was about 20. Got my arse groped constantly, and almost always met up with girls later in clubs. It works because the ice is broken, while they'd not normally talk to a stranger, because I was working that barrier didn't seem to exist.

Those were the days... nobody grabs my arse these days :p
 
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