Bar Fighting Round... Meh...
<div class="IPBDescription">A constant festival of merry-making</div> God I love working on the door.
I truly mean that. No other place in the world can I be subjected to humanities deep, dark and mostly stupid whims, while still being paid for it. Today I was witness to 3 seperate incidents of varying degrees of stupidity and drunken behavoir.
Let us begin. I started my shift at 6pm, 5 minutes later the local community spastic centre decided to bring all 400 of it's patients in for dinner without prior announcement.
Firstly, on average roughly 150 people pass through my clubs doors every hour.
Secondly, ok I don't care that you brought 400 people to the club. It'd just be nice if... you know... CALLED AHEAD SO I COULD PREPARE FOR THIS.
Lastly, please don't take any offense to this, but signing in 400 mentally disabled patrons is... a bit of a struggle to say the least.
On TOP of this I had to manage the normal patrons entering the club, the cloak room and the bus book (People who want to book for our courtesy bus sign a book and I take their names and address)
Urgh I was so glad I had about 6 extra people on the door helping me...
Our next adventure into the depths of the human psyche takes a look at the Mumma's boy thug wannabe.
Here I am quietly minding the door when these 3 patrons walk by trying to carry beers across the foyer (Which is illegal because the front foyer is non-licensed. IE open beer on non-licensed area = legal fees applenty) "Exscuse me sirs, would you mind going back the way you came. It's illegal to bring drinks across the foyer."
2 of them: "Yeah sure mate, sorry we didn't know" (Fair enough)
3rd: "Aw this is ****." (Slurred speech, arrogant tone. Classification = drunk)
*sigh*
Call up my Duty Manager and pass him a description of the intoxicated patron and ask if he could be escorted off the premises.
A few minutes later all three march out all nice and quite (Obviously the 2 non-intoxicated friends aren't leaving him alone. Wise decision) Everything's sweet until he starts to exit the first set of doors, he turns around.
"NAH F*** THIS JOINT. F*****, etc, etc, etc"
Just a genral incoherant rambling of swearing and racial remarks. Some arm movements and just this arrogant 'I wish I was Enimem' atmosphere.
"That's wonderful sir, go away." (Tolerance Level 3)
*continues rambling*
"Sir please leave the building immediately, you are blocking the exit" (Level 2)
*continues rambling*
"Sir if you continue to swear within the club I will have to call the police. Leave. Right now." (Level 1)
*walks outside, spits on window, tears down our signs outside*
*Snap*
I turn to his friends.
"Your wallets. Right now, unless you want to be going home in the same police car he's going in" I know it would have been useless to ask the moron for his wallet, so I get his friends so they have to stay here, thus making him stay. I call the Duty Manager, who in turn calls the police, who in turn arrests Admiral Moron for destruction of club property, inappropriate language and malicious intent. I hand the wallets back, wish them a good day and tell them never to come back to this club with their friend again.
Weeee.
Ahhhh intellectual wins can be savoured so much more than simply taking him around the back and pummelling the crap out of him... that said I still miss working in a bar...
LASTLY we have a rather mild tale.
A patron comes in at around 12:30. He's a member of the club, but doesn't have his badge on him. The computers are shutdown so I can't issue a day pass. So I tell him the unfortunate news that I can't let him into the club. From his general demeanor I can tell he is obviously drunk (Quiet and slow to answer questions) so I know I'm gonna have trouble getting him to leave
"I'll tell you what sir, I'll call someone out to talk to you"
*ring up boss*
*boss tells him exact same thing I tell him*
"Awww come on I've been a member of this club for 10 years, all I want to do is play the poker machines" (Wow, so you're drunk and a gambling addict. Nice combo)
*boss reiterates every point I have told him*
"**** THIS CLUB THEN"
*patron spits on floor, walks out of the club*
Wee
Like I said.
I love working on the door....
*bangs head on table*
I truly mean that. No other place in the world can I be subjected to humanities deep, dark and mostly stupid whims, while still being paid for it. Today I was witness to 3 seperate incidents of varying degrees of stupidity and drunken behavoir.
Let us begin. I started my shift at 6pm, 5 minutes later the local community spastic centre decided to bring all 400 of it's patients in for dinner without prior announcement.
Firstly, on average roughly 150 people pass through my clubs doors every hour.
Secondly, ok I don't care that you brought 400 people to the club. It'd just be nice if... you know... CALLED AHEAD SO I COULD PREPARE FOR THIS.
Lastly, please don't take any offense to this, but signing in 400 mentally disabled patrons is... a bit of a struggle to say the least.
On TOP of this I had to manage the normal patrons entering the club, the cloak room and the bus book (People who want to book for our courtesy bus sign a book and I take their names and address)
Urgh I was so glad I had about 6 extra people on the door helping me...
Our next adventure into the depths of the human psyche takes a look at the Mumma's boy thug wannabe.
Here I am quietly minding the door when these 3 patrons walk by trying to carry beers across the foyer (Which is illegal because the front foyer is non-licensed. IE open beer on non-licensed area = legal fees applenty) "Exscuse me sirs, would you mind going back the way you came. It's illegal to bring drinks across the foyer."
2 of them: "Yeah sure mate, sorry we didn't know" (Fair enough)
3rd: "Aw this is ****." (Slurred speech, arrogant tone. Classification = drunk)
*sigh*
Call up my Duty Manager and pass him a description of the intoxicated patron and ask if he could be escorted off the premises.
A few minutes later all three march out all nice and quite (Obviously the 2 non-intoxicated friends aren't leaving him alone. Wise decision) Everything's sweet until he starts to exit the first set of doors, he turns around.
"NAH F*** THIS JOINT. F*****, etc, etc, etc"
Just a genral incoherant rambling of swearing and racial remarks. Some arm movements and just this arrogant 'I wish I was Enimem' atmosphere.
"That's wonderful sir, go away." (Tolerance Level 3)
*continues rambling*
"Sir please leave the building immediately, you are blocking the exit" (Level 2)
*continues rambling*
"Sir if you continue to swear within the club I will have to call the police. Leave. Right now." (Level 1)
*walks outside, spits on window, tears down our signs outside*
*Snap*
I turn to his friends.
"Your wallets. Right now, unless you want to be going home in the same police car he's going in" I know it would have been useless to ask the moron for his wallet, so I get his friends so they have to stay here, thus making him stay. I call the Duty Manager, who in turn calls the police, who in turn arrests Admiral Moron for destruction of club property, inappropriate language and malicious intent. I hand the wallets back, wish them a good day and tell them never to come back to this club with their friend again.
Weeee.
Ahhhh intellectual wins can be savoured so much more than simply taking him around the back and pummelling the crap out of him... that said I still miss working in a bar...
LASTLY we have a rather mild tale.
A patron comes in at around 12:30. He's a member of the club, but doesn't have his badge on him. The computers are shutdown so I can't issue a day pass. So I tell him the unfortunate news that I can't let him into the club. From his general demeanor I can tell he is obviously drunk (Quiet and slow to answer questions) so I know I'm gonna have trouble getting him to leave
"I'll tell you what sir, I'll call someone out to talk to you"
*ring up boss*
*boss tells him exact same thing I tell him*
"Awww come on I've been a member of this club for 10 years, all I want to do is play the poker machines" (Wow, so you're drunk and a gambling addict. Nice combo)
*boss reiterates every point I have told him*
"**** THIS CLUB THEN"
*patron spits on floor, walks out of the club*
Wee
Like I said.
I love working on the door....
*bangs head on table*
Comments
Your lucky the trouble makers two freinds were sensible enough, drunks in a group couldve done alot more....
if the two friends didnt behave the 3 of them would have gone home "in the back of a divvy van" (to quote the old song)
dun dun-dun-dun dun dun-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun
and yea Jssmfulhud, inf's rants are a great thing
This is why I never go anyplace fancy when I drink, just the local bar down the road where everybody knows my name and I can drink in peace.
Solid, but not really muscular. I'm more lanky than anything else.
*shrugs*
Drunks at my old bar always seemed to think they could take me on in a fight because I'm not as well built as say somebody doing weights. But yeah, I can pretty much hold my own... I suppose...
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We need to have a remake of "Tales from the front lines"
"Tales from The Club Door"
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Solid, but not really muscular. I'm more lanky than anything else.
*shrugs*
Drunks at my old bar always seemed to think they could take me on in a fight because I'm not as well built as say somebody doing weights. But yeah, I can pretty much hold my own... I suppose...
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I demand pictars!
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liek what exactly?
ive been in knife fights (well attempted mugging) with drunks b4.. 4 guys got lairy adn thought they would mug somebody.. and they were so macoordinated from theyre alcahol... i ko'd 2 of them and broke anotehr oens nose. trust me.. drunk people are better then **** off sober ones <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
infis this y our first job working as a bouncer?
ive done some jobs... the company wanted older people then an 18 year old tho..
im 6 ft 268 lbs with 8% body fat so i can hold my own... imho.. u dont have to be big to be a bouncer... not atall just have to be able to take a beating..
ditto. :D
O...M...G...
And to think, I was asked to be a bouncer for a monthly-weekly rock concert...
*starts stocking in asprin*
Sounds like I'll need it...
I am a bartender, but most of the time I get put on the door now. So I get bar and door shifts.
Ahhh the joys of being a doorman. You get to see EVERYTHING.
Oh my god! AHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
Need air!
AHAAHHAAHA!!!
*pant pant*
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Australia
Oh my god! AHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
Need air!
AHAAHHAAHA!!!
*pant pant*
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Well I'm 6 years into a 4 year degree (transfered Universities and it went very poorly) and I'm pretty sick of it all. I figure, why not do something fun for a while when I'm done.
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