Every once in a while I take a look at the ads that Google puts on my page. I opted for the ads because I figure if people actually use them and I can make a few bucks here and there it's not a bad thing. After 6 months I've made a penny. So they're not really worth it to me. They do offer a bit of eyebrow raising and thought occasionally.
They change fairly often since they're supposed to go through the posts and find prevalent topics to offer search options for. Yet, I don't think they're working very well. Or they're working in the exact opposite way.
For instance, here are the ads that I see now as I write this.
Ads that make no sense: Friend Poems, Quotes, Love Letter Poems, Romance Poems, Poems about Women, The Power of Nice, Bring Back Lost Love, Romantic Love
Ads that make sense: Deal w/ Difficult People, Workplace Issues
So I guess 2 out of 15 isn't too bad....
I've been looking at a few different sites that offer payments for postings and other types of advertisement options to make a little cash. I figure if people only have to click on something and it offers something they want to look at and it doesn't bother their pc, then what's to lose? We both win.
So in a few days I'll more than likely have some new eye candy on the side of the page. Maybe I'll actually make enough for a cup of coffee before work. Who knows.. maybe even a steak dinner. Ok, I'm getting a little far ahead of myself there.
I wonder if any newspapers would be interested in a doorman's opinion column? It might go well in a Nightlife section. Ha ha!! Yea.. I don't think the world really wants to know what doormen and club security personnel think of them. If they did there'd be a lot more blogs and columns out there about us. Then again, the world thinks we're all muscle bound idiots.
More to come.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Do you know who I am!?...
There's always that one guy that thinks he's the big shot. He thinks he knows all the right people and he thinks he goes to all the right places. Sometimes reality sinks in.
On a busy night, with people waiting in line, a gentleman walks up past the line. He does the same thing that a lot of people do. He drops a name that isn't all that important.
"Hey buddy, I'm good friends with Mark over at Cookie's Clubhouse. Anything you can do for us?"
"Well, there are people waiting in line over here so there's not a lot I can do."
"Yea, but I'm good friends with Mark. He said to come over here."
Here's what most people don't realize. Most doormen in this area know most of the important people in the industry. We talk to other people and yes, we do go out on some occasions. So we know who's who.
"I heard you the first time. I know who Mark is, I don't know who you are. So your going to have to wait in line."
"You can't help us out to skip this line? I'm good friends with Mark."
"Listen, if your good friends with Mark then you should know how this works. You want to skip the line then you know what to do."
The guy turns and walks back to the end of the line. Then returns with two younger ladies by his side and stands by the side of the entrance. Ten minutes goes by and three people leave the establishment. So I check the i.d. of the next three people in line and let them in. Another ten minutes goes by and four people leave. I check the i.d. of the next four people in line and let them in. Then Pancho walks up to me.
"Hey man, I told you. I'm good friends with Mark. Are you going to do anything for us?"
"I already told you. You should know how this works. You take care of me, I take care of you."
Then Pancho squares his shoulders up with mine and leans his body in towards mine. He raises his voice so others can hear and says, "What?! You want me to pay you to come into this place!?"
The people in line turn and look towards us. "No, you don't have to pay me. You can wait in line."
His voice gets louder, "Man, fuck this!! If we would of stayed in line we'd be in already!"
"That was your choice, not mine."
"So you want me to pay you so we can skip the line?"
"That's how it works buddy."
"Fuck that! Fuck this place and fuck you!!!" Now he takes a step towards me. Just a small step. I'd even go so far as to say a half of a step. "I tell you who my friends are and it means nothing to you!? Then you say you want money from me?"
Now he turns and looks at the two girls that are with him. I reach down and pull my flashlight out of my pocket and wrap my fingers around it so it fits nice and tight in my palm like a roll of quarters. His hand comes up and he points his finger in my face.
Now he's yelling, "Fuck you man!! Fuck you! You don't know who I am!!" And on cue the two 4'8" slender girls wrap their arms around his waist and start pulling him away from the entrance and me. "You just wait mother fucker! You'll know who I am when I come back for you!!"
Then he walks away.
I'm really glad those two girls with a combined weight of 200lbs were able to hold him back. I'm not sure what I would have done if they weren't there.
Of course, I could have kicked him in the balls and then punched him in the back of the head. I could have just put an elbow to his temple. I could have smacked him in the throat. I'm just really glad those to waifs of women were there to hold him back.
The tough guy routine is really over done but I haven't seen it in a long time. It's good to see it occasionally just to be reminded about how absurd it truly is.
I wonder if that means he's got a really small penis?
On a busy night, with people waiting in line, a gentleman walks up past the line. He does the same thing that a lot of people do. He drops a name that isn't all that important.
"Hey buddy, I'm good friends with Mark over at Cookie's Clubhouse. Anything you can do for us?"
"Well, there are people waiting in line over here so there's not a lot I can do."
"Yea, but I'm good friends with Mark. He said to come over here."
Here's what most people don't realize. Most doormen in this area know most of the important people in the industry. We talk to other people and yes, we do go out on some occasions. So we know who's who.
"I heard you the first time. I know who Mark is, I don't know who you are. So your going to have to wait in line."
"You can't help us out to skip this line? I'm good friends with Mark."
"Listen, if your good friends with Mark then you should know how this works. You want to skip the line then you know what to do."
The guy turns and walks back to the end of the line. Then returns with two younger ladies by his side and stands by the side of the entrance. Ten minutes goes by and three people leave the establishment. So I check the i.d. of the next three people in line and let them in. Another ten minutes goes by and four people leave. I check the i.d. of the next four people in line and let them in. Then Pancho walks up to me.
"Hey man, I told you. I'm good friends with Mark. Are you going to do anything for us?"
"I already told you. You should know how this works. You take care of me, I take care of you."
Then Pancho squares his shoulders up with mine and leans his body in towards mine. He raises his voice so others can hear and says, "What?! You want me to pay you to come into this place!?"
The people in line turn and look towards us. "No, you don't have to pay me. You can wait in line."
His voice gets louder, "Man, fuck this!! If we would of stayed in line we'd be in already!"
"That was your choice, not mine."
"So you want me to pay you so we can skip the line?"
"That's how it works buddy."
"Fuck that! Fuck this place and fuck you!!!" Now he takes a step towards me. Just a small step. I'd even go so far as to say a half of a step. "I tell you who my friends are and it means nothing to you!? Then you say you want money from me?"
Now he turns and looks at the two girls that are with him. I reach down and pull my flashlight out of my pocket and wrap my fingers around it so it fits nice and tight in my palm like a roll of quarters. His hand comes up and he points his finger in my face.
Now he's yelling, "Fuck you man!! Fuck you! You don't know who I am!!" And on cue the two 4'8" slender girls wrap their arms around his waist and start pulling him away from the entrance and me. "You just wait mother fucker! You'll know who I am when I come back for you!!"
Then he walks away.
I'm really glad those two girls with a combined weight of 200lbs were able to hold him back. I'm not sure what I would have done if they weren't there.
Of course, I could have kicked him in the balls and then punched him in the back of the head. I could have just put an elbow to his temple. I could have smacked him in the throat. I'm just really glad those to waifs of women were there to hold him back.
The tough guy routine is really over done but I haven't seen it in a long time. It's good to see it occasionally just to be reminded about how absurd it truly is.
I wonder if that means he's got a really small penis?
Monday, October 08, 2007
Have you seen this a$$hole?...
Every bar has one or two or twenty. Most commonly found hiding in bathrooms and a big reason why bathrooms don't have stalls anymore. They travel in packs and are very paranoid of you if you approach them too quickly. They'll quickly pull a knife or start flailing their arms as a defense move. They're usually very wide eyed and they can speak at speeds faster than your ears can comprehend. Their general good demeanor can change into pure temper tantrum in the matter of minutes.
I'm of course speaking of the Cocainious Sapien Snortus.
This creature is very wily and has been to known to go into bursts of stupidity very fast. With their eyes open wide you'd think they'd be able to see the trouble that they are creating but their vooice runs faster then they can think.
They are the masters of not causing trouble. They think this because they are usually the ones getting hit first. This is only due to their mouth rattling off more shit than a person can handle.
They think they are impervious to the common man. They're skin is like an impenetrable force. Only due to the loss of feelings since their body is racing to save their heart from exploding.
At times they can be funny, most of the time they're annoying as hell. Some are flamboyant most are sitting right next to you.
Their most common enemy. Themselves. They have a need for this substance and it can take a person from their peak to the lowest form of thievery.
They're a dangerous lot at times.
So keep your eyes open for these idiots. They seem like they're the life of the party but they'll probably steal the shirt off your back if you let them. Or if it means they get more coke.
I'm of course speaking of the Cocainious Sapien Snortus.
This creature is very wily and has been to known to go into bursts of stupidity very fast. With their eyes open wide you'd think they'd be able to see the trouble that they are creating but their vooice runs faster then they can think.
They are the masters of not causing trouble. They think this because they are usually the ones getting hit first. This is only due to their mouth rattling off more shit than a person can handle.
They think they are impervious to the common man. They're skin is like an impenetrable force. Only due to the loss of feelings since their body is racing to save their heart from exploding.
At times they can be funny, most of the time they're annoying as hell. Some are flamboyant most are sitting right next to you.
Their most common enemy. Themselves. They have a need for this substance and it can take a person from their peak to the lowest form of thievery.
They're a dangerous lot at times.
So keep your eyes open for these idiots. They seem like they're the life of the party but they'll probably steal the shirt off your back if you let them. Or if it means they get more coke.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Happy Birthday... Dick...
I see about 200 to 400 different i.d.'s a night. I look at the face, weight, height, expiration date, and the birth date. If it's not the 21st year (the year you have to be born in to be 21) I don't really look at the day.
For example: This is the year 2007, in order to be 21 years of age you had to have been born in the year 1986 on todays date. If you were born on Dec 12, 1986 then your still 20 years old and I'm not letting you in until Dec 12 comes around.
So does it really matter to me that it's your birthday? No. Honestly, I don't care. It doesn't matter to me at all whether it's your birthday or not. The only thing that matters to me is that your old enough to be in the establishment.
On an average night there's three or four people celebrating their birthdays. Half of them can make it in the place the other half are already too wasted to come in. I have no problems stopping a wasted person from coming into the establishment when they can barely stand up. Birthday or not.
It amazes me that people actually think that a doorman doesn't look at your birth date just because he doesn't make a big deal about it being your birthday. Who are you again? Oh that's right, your just a guy that walked in with a very few friends. Your not a regular and your not anyone really important. Your a customer just like the other 100 people that walked in earlier. The year is what's important not the day. The only time the date is important is when it's your 21st birthday. You should be used to that already.
I guess if your night has been going really well then you might smile and ask if I noticed the day. Then I'll look and say happy birthday. If your having a bad night you might complain to your friends that the doorguy didn't even notice.
Either way I don't know you so I probably don't care.
For example: This is the year 2007, in order to be 21 years of age you had to have been born in the year 1986 on todays date. If you were born on Dec 12, 1986 then your still 20 years old and I'm not letting you in until Dec 12 comes around.
So does it really matter to me that it's your birthday? No. Honestly, I don't care. It doesn't matter to me at all whether it's your birthday or not. The only thing that matters to me is that your old enough to be in the establishment.
On an average night there's three or four people celebrating their birthdays. Half of them can make it in the place the other half are already too wasted to come in. I have no problems stopping a wasted person from coming into the establishment when they can barely stand up. Birthday or not.
It amazes me that people actually think that a doorman doesn't look at your birth date just because he doesn't make a big deal about it being your birthday. Who are you again? Oh that's right, your just a guy that walked in with a very few friends. Your not a regular and your not anyone really important. Your a customer just like the other 100 people that walked in earlier. The year is what's important not the day. The only time the date is important is when it's your 21st birthday. You should be used to that already.
I guess if your night has been going really well then you might smile and ask if I noticed the day. Then I'll look and say happy birthday. If your having a bad night you might complain to your friends that the doorguy didn't even notice.
Either way I don't know you so I probably don't care.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Shift Pick Ups...
Lately I've been picking up a few more shifts at a couple places. I've been pretty bored so I figure the best thing to do is just work. Even if it's doing the same thing over and over day and night. After all, how else am I going to afford that 74" flat panel high definition television?
Wait... Do they even make them that big?
One of the biggest differences I've noticed from working nights that I don't usually work are the people. It's a different crowd of people that show up on my off nights then the nights that I do work. It's a lot of people asking where Matt is and giving me the "Matt doesn't card me" spiel. Which, after you hear it a hundred times, gets really annoying and people get the "Show your i.d. or leave" answer. Which in a sense is good because now next week, when Matt gets back, he'll hear about how much of an asshole I am and how great he is from his regulars.
"Matt never cards me." The girl sets her purse down on my chair and starts to dig through it looking for her i.d.
"Sorry, need to see it because I don't know you."
She stops looking through her purse and looks up at me, "I don't think I have it with me."
"Come back when you have it."
"That's ridiculous, Matt knows me and always lets me in without carding me."
"No i.d., no entry. Bye."
It's great working different nights sometimes as well. The nights are slower and there's a lot less hassles. There are times that I wish I worked those nights but I know I'd get really bored really quick. A bored Mike is a Mike that looks for something else to do. So I guess it's probably in my best interest to not work the slower nights. Occasionally is fine with me.
The slower nights means I basically just sit on a stool inside the door and read the captions to what ever is on the t.v. Sometimes I catch up on some reading and if it's really slow there's the chance of playing scrabble or chess. It's rarely that slow though.
Wait... Do they even make them that big?
One of the biggest differences I've noticed from working nights that I don't usually work are the people. It's a different crowd of people that show up on my off nights then the nights that I do work. It's a lot of people asking where Matt is and giving me the "Matt doesn't card me" spiel. Which, after you hear it a hundred times, gets really annoying and people get the "Show your i.d. or leave" answer. Which in a sense is good because now next week, when Matt gets back, he'll hear about how much of an asshole I am and how great he is from his regulars.
"Matt never cards me." The girl sets her purse down on my chair and starts to dig through it looking for her i.d.
"Sorry, need to see it because I don't know you."
She stops looking through her purse and looks up at me, "I don't think I have it with me."
"Come back when you have it."
"That's ridiculous, Matt knows me and always lets me in without carding me."
"No i.d., no entry. Bye."
It's great working different nights sometimes as well. The nights are slower and there's a lot less hassles. There are times that I wish I worked those nights but I know I'd get really bored really quick. A bored Mike is a Mike that looks for something else to do. So I guess it's probably in my best interest to not work the slower nights. Occasionally is fine with me.
The slower nights means I basically just sit on a stool inside the door and read the captions to what ever is on the t.v. Sometimes I catch up on some reading and if it's really slow there's the chance of playing scrabble or chess. It's rarely that slow though.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Unassertive Encroaching...
No matter what you will always run into a person that is unassertively encroaching (aka: passive aggressive) They don't like to speak up about things that bother them. They'll sit back and hold in all their little complaints until they're a powder keg and then let it all out at once. This is not healthy in any means. Is it really worth it to let all that stuff build up inside you?
"Man, I just can't believe the type of stuff that goes on here."
"Well, you know who to talk to if somethings going on and it shouldn't be."
"Yea, but it's not my place to say anything."
"If it's bothering you then your the only one that can say anything."
"I just don't want to cause any waves."
They push things back and keep it in because they're scared to hurt feelings. I think the hurt feeling is there so that it can be used. Just like the other feelings like happy, sad, pain, ecstasy, and all the other dwarfs.
"Listen, if you don't put it out there then no one's going to know. So do something about it and don't just sit here and wallow in yourself..."
People that aren't able to get their feelings out tend to turn them inside. They get upset with themselves and with the events that are going on. They put themselves in a type of depression that is only lifted after they've burst.
"...If you don't let it out your just gonna make yourself miserable."
"Nah... I'll be fine."
"No you won't. You'll be bitchy until you get it out and then you'll just blow up."
"Yea, but things change then."
"Only for the next week because no one wants to talk to you. Then it starts all over again."
"It does seem that way..."
"That's because it is that way. So start telling people what you think at the time and quit worrying about hurting feelings. That's what they're there for."
Now here's the one thing I find interesting about passive aggressive people. They bitch and moan about something not being done and then when a solution for it is found they only do the solution for a short period of time. After that they quit doing it and the problem resurfaces all over again.
It really is a vicious circle that they can break out of but choose not too. Why not? They like the attention. They like knowing that people are talking about them even if it is in a bad way. That way they can feel sorry for themselves even more. If they're lucky they'll get some sap that will stick around and feel sorry for them too.
Then the question is, "Who's worse?" The passive aggressive or the idiot that sits around and puts up with their bullshit and praises them to make them feel better.
"Man, I just can't believe the type of stuff that goes on here."
"Well, you know who to talk to if somethings going on and it shouldn't be."
"Yea, but it's not my place to say anything."
"If it's bothering you then your the only one that can say anything."
"I just don't want to cause any waves."
They push things back and keep it in because they're scared to hurt feelings. I think the hurt feeling is there so that it can be used. Just like the other feelings like happy, sad, pain, ecstasy, and all the other dwarfs.
"Listen, if you don't put it out there then no one's going to know. So do something about it and don't just sit here and wallow in yourself..."
People that aren't able to get their feelings out tend to turn them inside. They get upset with themselves and with the events that are going on. They put themselves in a type of depression that is only lifted after they've burst.
"...If you don't let it out your just gonna make yourself miserable."
"Nah... I'll be fine."
"No you won't. You'll be bitchy until you get it out and then you'll just blow up."
"Yea, but things change then."
"Only for the next week because no one wants to talk to you. Then it starts all over again."
"It does seem that way..."
"That's because it is that way. So start telling people what you think at the time and quit worrying about hurting feelings. That's what they're there for."
Now here's the one thing I find interesting about passive aggressive people. They bitch and moan about something not being done and then when a solution for it is found they only do the solution for a short period of time. After that they quit doing it and the problem resurfaces all over again.
It really is a vicious circle that they can break out of but choose not too. Why not? They like the attention. They like knowing that people are talking about them even if it is in a bad way. That way they can feel sorry for themselves even more. If they're lucky they'll get some sap that will stick around and feel sorry for them too.
Then the question is, "Who's worse?" The passive aggressive or the idiot that sits around and puts up with their bullshit and praises them to make them feel better.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Invisible...
Being a doorman at a popular establishment is strange. While your at work everyone wants to know you and they see you clearly. When your not at work your pretty much invisible to everyone. Which is actually pretty nice. Lots of people have two different types of memory functions. The sober memory that remembers to take the dog to the vet and the Drunk memory that remembers what the doorman's name is and what he looks like. So most people have their sober memory working during the day and I stay invisible to them if they actually see me.
Sometimes I'm even invisible to some people when I'm right in front of their faces.
"What do you mean Mike's not here?" The woman speaking to me wasn't all that ugly. Her body had a great form with all the curves in the right places. "He better be here, or he ain't gettin any tonight!"
This just made me think, Who the hell is this chic?? I figured she was just trying to make a spectacle so that I would feel uneasy and let her in. "Listen, do you even know who Mike is?"
"I should. He's my baby's daddy." Now it really became interesting.
"Well, could you describe him to me? I haven't met him yet but I hear he's a real big shot around here."
"I don't have to describe anyone to you. If you don't let me in now you won't have a job tomorrow."
At this point the other people in line are all looking and I can hear some of them mumbling about. This woman was just getting louder with everything she said. Then she started to walk up to the door.
"Listen honey..."
"Don't you even honey me.."
"Listen, if your not with this Mike person that supposedly works here I can't let you in. Your gonna have to wait."
"Oh.. that's it. You ain't gonna have a job tomorrow!"
Just then, as if on cue, Megan walked up with a couple of her friends. "Hey Mike, I just have a couple friends. Think we can squeeze in?"
"Of course hun."
I turned to the loud mouthed woman and smiled. She stood there looking at me with her mouth wide open. "Miss, you never asked me what my name is. I don't know you so either wait in line or leave."
"That's just bullshit! You let me go on like that in front of all these people!?" she said as she spun around and started walking away. The crowd of people started laughing and she started telling them all to shut the hell up as she walked away.
It's funny how people never notice you until they want something from you. There are some people that know how to work this game and there are those that don't. Name dropping rarely ever works. The one time that it does guaranteed is when your a friend of an employee and that employee actually says something to the door staff about you showing up. Most other ways don't work at all.
Still the best way to slip into a place that has a line is hard cash. Just don't be cheap about it. If you want to act like a big man then pull out the big dollars, especially if you have people with you.
I still go out in the neighborhood occasionally and I take notice of the people that I meet at other establishments. If I see you enough then I help you out. I don't even expect you to do it for me, I could care less. I'm not about to shell out money to get into a place but I'll get into that at a different time.
I find it weird but comfortable that people don't recognize me while I'm out. It's kind of nice knowing that people don't notice me when I'm not at work. I've sat and had drinks with people I've thrown out before and listened to how they thought that "bouncer" was an asshole. Then I go on about how the guy is just doing his job and they agree. Sooner or later it comes out that I'm that asshole and everything is fine. They come back to the establishment and they're more aware of how I do things.
Now I just need to figure out how to work this invisible feat for personal gain.
Sometimes I'm even invisible to some people when I'm right in front of their faces.
"What do you mean Mike's not here?" The woman speaking to me wasn't all that ugly. Her body had a great form with all the curves in the right places. "He better be here, or he ain't gettin any tonight!"
This just made me think, Who the hell is this chic?? I figured she was just trying to make a spectacle so that I would feel uneasy and let her in. "Listen, do you even know who Mike is?"
"I should. He's my baby's daddy." Now it really became interesting.
"Well, could you describe him to me? I haven't met him yet but I hear he's a real big shot around here."
"I don't have to describe anyone to you. If you don't let me in now you won't have a job tomorrow."
At this point the other people in line are all looking and I can hear some of them mumbling about. This woman was just getting louder with everything she said. Then she started to walk up to the door.
"Listen honey..."
"Don't you even honey me.."
"Listen, if your not with this Mike person that supposedly works here I can't let you in. Your gonna have to wait."
"Oh.. that's it. You ain't gonna have a job tomorrow!"
Just then, as if on cue, Megan walked up with a couple of her friends. "Hey Mike, I just have a couple friends. Think we can squeeze in?"
"Of course hun."
I turned to the loud mouthed woman and smiled. She stood there looking at me with her mouth wide open. "Miss, you never asked me what my name is. I don't know you so either wait in line or leave."
"That's just bullshit! You let me go on like that in front of all these people!?" she said as she spun around and started walking away. The crowd of people started laughing and she started telling them all to shut the hell up as she walked away.
It's funny how people never notice you until they want something from you. There are some people that know how to work this game and there are those that don't. Name dropping rarely ever works. The one time that it does guaranteed is when your a friend of an employee and that employee actually says something to the door staff about you showing up. Most other ways don't work at all.
Still the best way to slip into a place that has a line is hard cash. Just don't be cheap about it. If you want to act like a big man then pull out the big dollars, especially if you have people with you.
I still go out in the neighborhood occasionally and I take notice of the people that I meet at other establishments. If I see you enough then I help you out. I don't even expect you to do it for me, I could care less. I'm not about to shell out money to get into a place but I'll get into that at a different time.
I find it weird but comfortable that people don't recognize me while I'm out. It's kind of nice knowing that people don't notice me when I'm not at work. I've sat and had drinks with people I've thrown out before and listened to how they thought that "bouncer" was an asshole. Then I go on about how the guy is just doing his job and they agree. Sooner or later it comes out that I'm that asshole and everything is fine. They come back to the establishment and they're more aware of how I do things.
Now I just need to figure out how to work this invisible feat for personal gain.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
So your tough huh?...
Over the weekend a friend of the establishment came in. She's in her late 20's and she's a very good sight to see. She's always smiling and she just seems to put people in a good mood. This night she walked up with her head slightly lowered and she wasn't as cheerful as she usually is. She just put her hand up as if to wave and said hello as she walked in.
I stepped in behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around quick and her eyes were wide open as if she was scared. "Hun, what's wrong?"
She put her hand up to the right side of her temple and looked down again. "Nothing, nothings wrong."
I reached up and slowly pulled her hand away from her face and looked at it. Her eye was swollen and there was a bandage on her temple. I bent over and gave her a hug and asked in her ear, "Who did this?"
She started to breath deep and I waved Casper over to watch the door. "I don't know, it just happened all at once. It was so quick," and she started to cry.
"When did it happen?"
"A few days ago, I didn't want you to know. Your always telling me not to walk alone."
"Did you get a look at him?"
"Yea, but he didn't get caught."
"You tell me if you see him. I'll return the favor to him."
One thing that really gets to me about women that leave the establishment by themselves is the fact that they leave by themselves. They leave alone and think they're perfectly safe to walk the 5 or 10 blocks to their home.
Really? You really think your so tough that no one is going to mess with you? Just like any other night club the place that I work at is surrounded by bums, gangbangers, and people that are desperate to get their fix. They'll do what ever they need to do to get the fix that they need whether it's heroin or rent money.
Here's the deal. If you go to a late night place with friends then leave with your friends. If your friends aren't ready to leave then take a cab home or to your car. The last thing I need is to find out you left my establishment and got mugged or raped. If you want me to get you a cab then ask me to and I will. That's a part of the game for me, I'm here to help as well as keep order.
And for all the ladies out there that say they can handle themselves. Prove it. I don't doubt that there are women out there that can, I know there are. I'm just saying to all the women out there that have the typical 9 to 5 and think life is grand. Life can change in the matter of a minute.
If you really think you can handle yourself then imagine what it might be like if a 6'3" 310lb man ran up behind you and grabbed you. Do you really think you could get away from him? Don't bother yelling rape because how many people in a big city is going to run out to help you? Not many. Your better off yelling fire or a celebrities name to get people's attention.
The man doesn't even have to be that big. He could be 5'9" and 180lbs. If he pulls a knife or a gun what are you going to do?
I only say to travel in a group because it's less likely that you will get attacked in that fashion. Typically a person isn't going to attack a group of people. Once in a great while you might get a junkie that will need his fix but with 2 or more people you should be able to fend him off.
I know your probably sitting there thinking this scenario through and what you might do but you never know what you will do until that time comes. You can practice all you want but you won't know if you'll use that until it actually happens. Fear is a bad and good thing. It can fuel your power or take it away in a second.
I try to keep up to date on occurrences in the area. The cops stop by every once in a while and let me know if they're looking for anyone and anything that has happened lately. They know that I'll do my best to warn people and try to keep them out of trouble. Whether they listen or not is up to them. I've even gone the extra step to actually hold someone to see if they can get away. It's changed a few minds about walking alone.
Besides, when you hear a story about someone getting raped after they left a certain place; would you want to go there?
I stepped in behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around quick and her eyes were wide open as if she was scared. "Hun, what's wrong?"
She put her hand up to the right side of her temple and looked down again. "Nothing, nothings wrong."
I reached up and slowly pulled her hand away from her face and looked at it. Her eye was swollen and there was a bandage on her temple. I bent over and gave her a hug and asked in her ear, "Who did this?"
She started to breath deep and I waved Casper over to watch the door. "I don't know, it just happened all at once. It was so quick," and she started to cry.
"When did it happen?"
"A few days ago, I didn't want you to know. Your always telling me not to walk alone."
"Did you get a look at him?"
"Yea, but he didn't get caught."
"You tell me if you see him. I'll return the favor to him."
One thing that really gets to me about women that leave the establishment by themselves is the fact that they leave by themselves. They leave alone and think they're perfectly safe to walk the 5 or 10 blocks to their home.
Really? You really think your so tough that no one is going to mess with you? Just like any other night club the place that I work at is surrounded by bums, gangbangers, and people that are desperate to get their fix. They'll do what ever they need to do to get the fix that they need whether it's heroin or rent money.
Here's the deal. If you go to a late night place with friends then leave with your friends. If your friends aren't ready to leave then take a cab home or to your car. The last thing I need is to find out you left my establishment and got mugged or raped. If you want me to get you a cab then ask me to and I will. That's a part of the game for me, I'm here to help as well as keep order.
And for all the ladies out there that say they can handle themselves. Prove it. I don't doubt that there are women out there that can, I know there are. I'm just saying to all the women out there that have the typical 9 to 5 and think life is grand. Life can change in the matter of a minute.
If you really think you can handle yourself then imagine what it might be like if a 6'3" 310lb man ran up behind you and grabbed you. Do you really think you could get away from him? Don't bother yelling rape because how many people in a big city is going to run out to help you? Not many. Your better off yelling fire or a celebrities name to get people's attention.
The man doesn't even have to be that big. He could be 5'9" and 180lbs. If he pulls a knife or a gun what are you going to do?
I only say to travel in a group because it's less likely that you will get attacked in that fashion. Typically a person isn't going to attack a group of people. Once in a great while you might get a junkie that will need his fix but with 2 or more people you should be able to fend him off.
I know your probably sitting there thinking this scenario through and what you might do but you never know what you will do until that time comes. You can practice all you want but you won't know if you'll use that until it actually happens. Fear is a bad and good thing. It can fuel your power or take it away in a second.
I try to keep up to date on occurrences in the area. The cops stop by every once in a while and let me know if they're looking for anyone and anything that has happened lately. They know that I'll do my best to warn people and try to keep them out of trouble. Whether they listen or not is up to them. I've even gone the extra step to actually hold someone to see if they can get away. It's changed a few minds about walking alone.
Besides, when you hear a story about someone getting raped after they left a certain place; would you want to go there?
Monday, September 24, 2007
Nights off...
Having nights off is a good thing. Not knowing what to do with yourself isn't so much fun. There's a limited amount of things you can do when your used to a certain schedule. When you work in the nightlife industry for a long time and it's your only form of employment (besides odd jobs here and there) you tend to stick to a reverse schedule.
A reverse schedule is just that; you sleep during the day and you get up in the afternoon. Also known as a Vampire's schedule. When you do it long enough you can tell if the person next to you at the grocery store does it as well. You become pale because you rarely see the sun and you get annoyed with people a lot easier. Then again, sometimes it's hard to tell. There are a lot of cokeheads that are in the bar industry that can stay up for days on end and they're the ones with the tans and the happy disposition.
I remember when I first started working in the club scene and there was a "company picnic". Which just meant all the employees got together at the local park and we played softball, cooked out and everyone drank and sat around. I sat there and looked around wondering how all these people could actually get out there and run around. Not only that, they seemed like they were happy to be out there doing it at 10am after half of us had just locked the doors to the establishment at 5am. I stayed up to make it and stayed there just long enough to make my appearance and leave. I ate a couple hot dogs, said my hello's and then I was out of there.
On my way back to my car I saw Kate, Casper and a couple others sitting on a tailgate. I walked over and said my hello's. As I got closer I saw Kate put something down between her and Casper pretty quick. We talked a little while and that's when Stewart walked up and said hello. Then he reached down between the two and Kate grabbed his arm and looked towards me. Stewart looked over at me and asked, "Hey Mike, you don't mind do ya?" Then Stewart pulled up a little brown container and started unscrewing the little cap to it.
I looked at the container and realized what it was. It was a little brown vial used commonly for cocaine. I just stood there looking at the group and said, "Nah man, do what you gotta do." I then turned and walked away.
Then it started making sense how half these people who hadn't slept were able to keep going. It never really made sense to me before. I've been asked a hundred times since then if I "party" and the answer has always been the same. "No." I don't party and I don't see the reason for it. I've seen plenty of good people torn apart because of it though.
So now I'm in the habit that when someone does come up and ask me if I party at work, I throw them out. If they come up with some retarded reasoning behind what they say then I just tell them that I don't like their shoes or something just as retarded for my reason for throwing them out.
Granted, I know a few doorguys that actually sell drugs. They do it because it's a very easy way to make extra cash while at work. Typically they get fired when the management finds out but it also depends on if the management is one of their customers.
So now that I've rattled off on a tangent...
Nights off are pretty boring since my schedule is the opposite. Sometimes I just jump in my car and drive, sometimes I just sit at home and do what ever needs to be done here.
In a few weeks I think a lot will be changing for me personally. Maybe I'll be getting some of that sun I've been missing out on for the past how ever many years. Cut my schedule down at the establishment and get one of those jobs that has insurance and such perks that I've missed out on.
Should be an interesting change.
A reverse schedule is just that; you sleep during the day and you get up in the afternoon. Also known as a Vampire's schedule. When you do it long enough you can tell if the person next to you at the grocery store does it as well. You become pale because you rarely see the sun and you get annoyed with people a lot easier. Then again, sometimes it's hard to tell. There are a lot of cokeheads that are in the bar industry that can stay up for days on end and they're the ones with the tans and the happy disposition.
I remember when I first started working in the club scene and there was a "company picnic". Which just meant all the employees got together at the local park and we played softball, cooked out and everyone drank and sat around. I sat there and looked around wondering how all these people could actually get out there and run around. Not only that, they seemed like they were happy to be out there doing it at 10am after half of us had just locked the doors to the establishment at 5am. I stayed up to make it and stayed there just long enough to make my appearance and leave. I ate a couple hot dogs, said my hello's and then I was out of there.
On my way back to my car I saw Kate, Casper and a couple others sitting on a tailgate. I walked over and said my hello's. As I got closer I saw Kate put something down between her and Casper pretty quick. We talked a little while and that's when Stewart walked up and said hello. Then he reached down between the two and Kate grabbed his arm and looked towards me. Stewart looked over at me and asked, "Hey Mike, you don't mind do ya?" Then Stewart pulled up a little brown container and started unscrewing the little cap to it.
I looked at the container and realized what it was. It was a little brown vial used commonly for cocaine. I just stood there looking at the group and said, "Nah man, do what you gotta do." I then turned and walked away.
Then it started making sense how half these people who hadn't slept were able to keep going. It never really made sense to me before. I've been asked a hundred times since then if I "party" and the answer has always been the same. "No." I don't party and I don't see the reason for it. I've seen plenty of good people torn apart because of it though.
So now I'm in the habit that when someone does come up and ask me if I party at work, I throw them out. If they come up with some retarded reasoning behind what they say then I just tell them that I don't like their shoes or something just as retarded for my reason for throwing them out.
Granted, I know a few doorguys that actually sell drugs. They do it because it's a very easy way to make extra cash while at work. Typically they get fired when the management finds out but it also depends on if the management is one of their customers.
So now that I've rattled off on a tangent...
Nights off are pretty boring since my schedule is the opposite. Sometimes I just jump in my car and drive, sometimes I just sit at home and do what ever needs to be done here.
In a few weeks I think a lot will be changing for me personally. Maybe I'll be getting some of that sun I've been missing out on for the past how ever many years. Cut my schedule down at the establishment and get one of those jobs that has insurance and such perks that I've missed out on.
Should be an interesting change.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Excuses...
Standing outside of the bar during the busy part of the night you get to hear a lot of excuses. They're usually all excuses as to why they should be let into the establishment before the other 40 to 50 people that are waiting in line to get in. Here's just a few of them.
"I'm really good friends with the bartender." - Really? Maybe you should know their name or call them to come let you in.
"The bar manager is expecting me so we can talk about pricing." - Really? You should probably do that during non-business hours. Oh, and what's the manager's name?
"I'm a really cute girl and I only have 3 guy friends with me." - If your cute enough, I'll let you in. Your 3 guy friends can go wait in line.
"Do you do anything for 'industry'?" - I do help out industry people. It does depend on where you work and if I've heard of it. If I haven't heard of it then there's not much I can do. If other employees talk about it I'll try to help you out.
A group of 5 guys. - Unless you got at least $60 or more to grease the wheels, I'm not doing anything for you.
A group of ladies. - I'll try to get you in. Everything moves faster with a little grease.
A group of attractive, scantily clad ladies. - You'll be in within minutes.
"I used to work here and just want to check it out." - Look through the window as you wait in line. If I've never worked with you, you've never worked here.
"You know me man, I'm here all the time." - Doesn't matter how often your here if your not a friend of the establishment. There are still people waiting.
One of the best lines I've heard so far is the most obvious one to date.
A little waif of a girl came walking up to me during the busiest part of the night. With her big doe eyes she looked up at me and leaned into me. "Hi, is Mike here?"
"I'm sorry hun. I haven't seen Mike all night. Can I help you?"
"Well... Mike told me that if it was busy to just come up to him and he would get me right in. So I just wanted to see him."
"Well, I haven't seen him all night. Sorry, but your gonna have to wait a little while."
"It's ok." Then she went to the end of the line and waited. After 20 minutes she made it to the front of the line and I asked her for her i.d. After I looked at her i.d. and gave it back to her, she asked "What's your name?"
"My name's Mike, hun."
She dropped her head and walked into the establishment.
"I'm really good friends with the bartender." - Really? Maybe you should know their name or call them to come let you in.
"The bar manager is expecting me so we can talk about pricing." - Really? You should probably do that during non-business hours. Oh, and what's the manager's name?
"I'm a really cute girl and I only have 3 guy friends with me." - If your cute enough, I'll let you in. Your 3 guy friends can go wait in line.
"Do you do anything for 'industry'?" - I do help out industry people. It does depend on where you work and if I've heard of it. If I haven't heard of it then there's not much I can do. If other employees talk about it I'll try to help you out.
A group of 5 guys. - Unless you got at least $60 or more to grease the wheels, I'm not doing anything for you.
A group of ladies. - I'll try to get you in. Everything moves faster with a little grease.
A group of attractive, scantily clad ladies. - You'll be in within minutes.
"I used to work here and just want to check it out." - Look through the window as you wait in line. If I've never worked with you, you've never worked here.
"You know me man, I'm here all the time." - Doesn't matter how often your here if your not a friend of the establishment. There are still people waiting.
One of the best lines I've heard so far is the most obvious one to date.
A little waif of a girl came walking up to me during the busiest part of the night. With her big doe eyes she looked up at me and leaned into me. "Hi, is Mike here?"
"I'm sorry hun. I haven't seen Mike all night. Can I help you?"
"Well... Mike told me that if it was busy to just come up to him and he would get me right in. So I just wanted to see him."
"Well, I haven't seen him all night. Sorry, but your gonna have to wait a little while."
"It's ok." Then she went to the end of the line and waited. After 20 minutes she made it to the front of the line and I asked her for her i.d. After I looked at her i.d. and gave it back to her, she asked "What's your name?"
"My name's Mike, hun."
She dropped her head and walked into the establishment.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Start...
On a slow night I was standing out front and this guy who was somewhere in his early 20's asked me a simple question. "Why'd you start doing this for a job?"
He's a young guy and he's about to start working at a different place in the neighborhood. He's stocky and he seems to have a good head on his shoulders. Although in my personal opinion, he's still way too "green" to be working as a serious doorman. I'd probably hire him as a floater but I'd never hire him to work the front door. He just seems to be the type of person to let a lot of things slip by him for a pretty face.
So I stood there for a moment and thought about his question. Why did I start doing this type of work? Then it hit me as simple as the day is long. I hated the world.
Pretty simple. I literally hated every person I met until they proved otherwise. I had recently went through some major life changes and it was the easiest way for me to deal with reality. I drank a lot and I had moved to some place that no one knew who I was and I didn't care about anyone.
I wanted a job that could give me the ability to be somewhat free and do what I wanted. I wanted to be able to let out the aggressions that I had and not have to regret the outcome. The work did just that. It was the perfect cover for the aggression that I had pent up. What other type of job is there where you get paid to protect and man handle people without a proper education or license?
So it all started almost 10 years ago in a little strip club in the middle of nowhere. Well, the work started then not the aggression. The aggression started about 6 years ago but the cause of the aggression began before that.
I will say that aggression is a good thing to have when your in this type of business. If you don't have that little mean streak in you then you won't stick with it for very long. You'll probably end up like all the other jocks from college that just do the work because it's quick and easy money while your in college.
So I looked at the guy and said it plainly, "I hated everyone. I started doing this because I didn't care about anyone and I wanted people to know that. You do it long enough and you'll be in the same place."
He just stood there and looked at me. He was trying to think of something to say but it just wasn't coming to him. "Really?"
"Yep. Depending on how serious you take the job, in a few years you'll want to become a cop or you'll just keep doing it so you can still be the dick that saves the day."
People change with time. I see myself changing but I'm still not sure which way that's going. I got my first security job over 10 years ago in a bar that had live music. Then I moved on to the strip club a few years after that and became a bouncer. A few years after that I hated the world and became a very angry person within limits.
Those limits were the rules that are common with all doorstaff at every place I've ever worked. You remove people however you have to without hurting them unless they try to hurt you first. Calm, steady and resolute.
At times I tried to find reasons for people to want to hurt me. I didn't care. I just did my job and if it meant that someone got tossed on the ground then they got tossed to the ground. Words tend to effect drunk people more than you'd think. Sometimes they effect them more than actions. Yet, if you put together the right words and actions then it was guaranteed to be a spectacle. Spectacles earn notice and notice earns praise and respect from the right people. Praise and respect brought on more things that were of interest to me.
One thing that I forgot during all this that I had learned a long time ago was this. Never do something so good that you can't be moved away from it. When you do a job to the point that you can't be moved into a different position then you have one way out.
You quit.
He's a young guy and he's about to start working at a different place in the neighborhood. He's stocky and he seems to have a good head on his shoulders. Although in my personal opinion, he's still way too "green" to be working as a serious doorman. I'd probably hire him as a floater but I'd never hire him to work the front door. He just seems to be the type of person to let a lot of things slip by him for a pretty face.
So I stood there for a moment and thought about his question. Why did I start doing this type of work? Then it hit me as simple as the day is long. I hated the world.
Pretty simple. I literally hated every person I met until they proved otherwise. I had recently went through some major life changes and it was the easiest way for me to deal with reality. I drank a lot and I had moved to some place that no one knew who I was and I didn't care about anyone.
I wanted a job that could give me the ability to be somewhat free and do what I wanted. I wanted to be able to let out the aggressions that I had and not have to regret the outcome. The work did just that. It was the perfect cover for the aggression that I had pent up. What other type of job is there where you get paid to protect and man handle people without a proper education or license?
So it all started almost 10 years ago in a little strip club in the middle of nowhere. Well, the work started then not the aggression. The aggression started about 6 years ago but the cause of the aggression began before that.
I will say that aggression is a good thing to have when your in this type of business. If you don't have that little mean streak in you then you won't stick with it for very long. You'll probably end up like all the other jocks from college that just do the work because it's quick and easy money while your in college.
So I looked at the guy and said it plainly, "I hated everyone. I started doing this because I didn't care about anyone and I wanted people to know that. You do it long enough and you'll be in the same place."
He just stood there and looked at me. He was trying to think of something to say but it just wasn't coming to him. "Really?"
"Yep. Depending on how serious you take the job, in a few years you'll want to become a cop or you'll just keep doing it so you can still be the dick that saves the day."
People change with time. I see myself changing but I'm still not sure which way that's going. I got my first security job over 10 years ago in a bar that had live music. Then I moved on to the strip club a few years after that and became a bouncer. A few years after that I hated the world and became a very angry person within limits.
Those limits were the rules that are common with all doorstaff at every place I've ever worked. You remove people however you have to without hurting them unless they try to hurt you first. Calm, steady and resolute.
At times I tried to find reasons for people to want to hurt me. I didn't care. I just did my job and if it meant that someone got tossed on the ground then they got tossed to the ground. Words tend to effect drunk people more than you'd think. Sometimes they effect them more than actions. Yet, if you put together the right words and actions then it was guaranteed to be a spectacle. Spectacles earn notice and notice earns praise and respect from the right people. Praise and respect brought on more things that were of interest to me.
One thing that I forgot during all this that I had learned a long time ago was this. Never do something so good that you can't be moved away from it. When you do a job to the point that you can't be moved into a different position then you have one way out.
You quit.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Pointers...
Well, I've decided to bring out the Don't List once again. This time it's in a separate post and I'm going to try and update it when a new annoyance rears it's head.
No matter what you do in life there are always things that are common sense to you because that's what you do day in and day out. To everyone that doesn't do these things on a common basis it's not common knowledge. So the Don't List is just a list of things that are common sense to bar industry people. Most people that have never had a job in these industries don't have a clue about them.
Some people would say that if it was mandatory for everyone to have a waiter or bartender job at some time in their life they would be much more polite and courteous. Others would say that it's just common sense to be that way. Either way, it's just a list. Take it how you want but remember the things you do when you go out and remember how you get treated for your actions.
No matter what you do in life there are always things that are common sense to you because that's what you do day in and day out. To everyone that doesn't do these things on a common basis it's not common knowledge. So the Don't List is just a list of things that are common sense to bar industry people. Most people that have never had a job in these industries don't have a clue about them.
Some people would say that if it was mandatory for everyone to have a waiter or bartender job at some time in their life they would be much more polite and courteous. Others would say that it's just common sense to be that way. Either way, it's just a list. Take it how you want but remember the things you do when you go out and remember how you get treated for your actions.
The Don't List Re-Visited...
When your waiting outside to be let in the establishment.
When inside the bar.
- Don't count the number of people that leave in a loud voice.
- Don't tell me how many people have skipped you in line. (There's usually a reason. They're VIP's or they have a great handshake.)
- Don't argue with the doorstaff. (We decide if your even going to walk in the door.)
- Don't pick fights with people walking by, standing in line, or fake fight.
- Don't make empty offerings.
- Don't try staring down the door staff.
- Don't stumble, lean on someone, trip, or act drunk in any way.
- If your told or asked to have a good night. Leave.
- Don't bother the doorstaff.
- Don't ask questions such as: "How do I get your job." "How'd you get this job." "Do you like to/wanna fight."
- Don't 'hang out' at the door if you don't know the doorstaff personally.
- Don't assume the doorstaff like you or that your good friends. Unless you are.
- Don't try to 'pull one over'.
- Don't "forget" your I.D. It doesn't matter if you look like your 150 years old. It's the law and the doorstaff is just doing their job.
When inside the bar.
- Don't be extremely loud yelling countdowns or "chug, chug, chug". (Unless your in a sports bar. But I'm sure that annoys people there too.)
- Don't grab anyone's person, especially the waitstaff or women in general.
- Don't vomit on the floor, trash can, on people, walls, etc.. If you need to vomit, you need to go home.
- Only argue about your tab if your sober and you know you didn't order those eight Jaeger Bombs for you and your frat brothers.
- Don't give the ever expanding drink order. Know all the drinks you want, the first time you order.
- Don't whistle to get the bartender's attention or yell anything. Such as: "Hey buddy", "Yo bartender" etc. (More than likely they heard you the first time and they're ignoring you.)
- Don't do anything to annoy the lady folk. If the doorstaff gets enough complaints or the right one and you'll be asked to leave.
- Don't use your preferred drug inside.
- Don't tell the bartender to "make it strong". Chances will be that you just got a really weak drink.
- Don't leave change as a tip. More than likely any drink you get will cost you at least $3. Leave at least a $1 tip. Even more if you want the bartenders to remember you and get to you faster.
- Don't assume that the doorstaff, waitstaff or bartenders know you. To Assume just makes an ASS out of U and ME.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Open Containers....
In my experience there's only two places that you can walk out of an establishment with an open container, Vegas and New Orleans. By open container I mean an open bottle of alcohol or a cup or glass. I'm sure there are probably other places but those are the two that I know of. Most other places don't allow you to take an open container out onto the streets with you. Many people don't seem to know this.
"Hey, the cups gotta stay inside."
"It's just water."
"Still has to stay inside, it's an open container."
"But it's just water."
"The cup has to stay inside. Not my rule, it's the city's." At this point they either take the cup back inside or I take the cup away.
Easy enough, right? Sometimes it's an argument but most of the time it's not. People don't understand that even though it looks like water it could be something else, like vodka and soda or something like that. People also don't understand the ramifications if they actually got stopped on the street for it. If they say where it came from then it could be bad news for the establishment. Fines are something we tend to try and steer clear from.
People also try to hide their drinks as they leave also. I've seen people slip their beers into their coat sleeves, put them in their back pant pockets, in purses, and their jacket pockets.
I even saw one guy put his rocks glass under his hat. The hat sat up high on his head and he was walking like he was stiff as a board. As he got closer to the door I put my hand up. "Hold on man, your hat's crooked." So I reached up and started to adjust the hat and he moved. The drink tipped over and he was covered in what ever he was drinking. I just started laughing and took the glass out from under his hat, put the hat back on his head and let him out.
If I spot someone outside of the establishment with a drink hidden I take it away. I walk up say "Excuse me" and reach in and pull out the drink. Then I turn it upside down right where I got. If the person is quick enough they don't get the booze all over them. If they're not then they get wet and smell like booze. I figure they won't mind if they get soaked. After all, they were trying to take it with them anyways and now they can, just not in the same way they were hoping to.
Not all places have a package license meaning that they can sell alcohol that you can carry out. Many of the places I've worked haven't had these licenses. So if they don't have the license you can't carry anything outside of it.
That's just how it is.
"Hey, the cups gotta stay inside."
"It's just water."
"Still has to stay inside, it's an open container."
"But it's just water."
"The cup has to stay inside. Not my rule, it's the city's." At this point they either take the cup back inside or I take the cup away.
Easy enough, right? Sometimes it's an argument but most of the time it's not. People don't understand that even though it looks like water it could be something else, like vodka and soda or something like that. People also don't understand the ramifications if they actually got stopped on the street for it. If they say where it came from then it could be bad news for the establishment. Fines are something we tend to try and steer clear from.
People also try to hide their drinks as they leave also. I've seen people slip their beers into their coat sleeves, put them in their back pant pockets, in purses, and their jacket pockets.
I even saw one guy put his rocks glass under his hat. The hat sat up high on his head and he was walking like he was stiff as a board. As he got closer to the door I put my hand up. "Hold on man, your hat's crooked." So I reached up and started to adjust the hat and he moved. The drink tipped over and he was covered in what ever he was drinking. I just started laughing and took the glass out from under his hat, put the hat back on his head and let him out.
If I spot someone outside of the establishment with a drink hidden I take it away. I walk up say "Excuse me" and reach in and pull out the drink. Then I turn it upside down right where I got. If the person is quick enough they don't get the booze all over them. If they're not then they get wet and smell like booze. I figure they won't mind if they get soaked. After all, they were trying to take it with them anyways and now they can, just not in the same way they were hoping to.
Not all places have a package license meaning that they can sell alcohol that you can carry out. Many of the places I've worked haven't had these licenses. So if they don't have the license you can't carry anything outside of it.
That's just how it is.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Frankie the Chic II...
So on the rare occasion that I actual get to sit at home and enjoy a night of absolutely nothing, the phone rings.
"Hey Mike, Frankie here."
"Oh hey man, how's it going?"
"Pretty good man. How's things?"
"Good. I'm guessing you got my contract?"
"Yea.... I got it and gave it to my manager."
"He didn't go for it huh?"
"Yea... not so much. He said that he thought your price was a little high so I thought I'd give you a call and see what we could do."
"I tell ya what Frankie. Tell your manager to come up with what he wants me to do and what he wants to pay me and I'll come up with a counter offer. That's the best I can do. I'm already cheaper than any professional guys he could hire."
"Well yea, he said that but he said the label just wouldn't go for that type of expense."
"Well, send me his offer and we go from there. Easy enough."
"Ok man, I'll talk to him and see."
"Alright Frankie. I'll talk to you soon."
As much as I would like to go out on the road with a band I'm not doing it out of faith. I'm doing it so I can go out on the road and make money, just like everyone else that does the type of job they do. As much as I'd like to go out and do what ever I want to do without consequence, I can't. I have bills to worry about just like everyone else.
There are advantages to knowing guys who actually go out on tours and do this type of work. I know what they charge and what duties they have. I know when I'm low balling my fees and in turn I know when the label wants to think I'm a novice. This also gives me a good idea whether the label thinks the band is actually worth sinking the money into them.
All in all. It doesn't really matter to me if I get the job or not. It'd be nice to get away and go on the road. I'd end up with a lot more stories to tell and it'd probably be a really good time. I'm not going to lose money or sleep over it though.
I just didn't have the heart to tell Frankie that his label isn't going to pay for a "bodyguard" no matter how cheap I became. So I'll wait til the offer comes and refuse it. Then he'll forget about it and everything runs smooth. No need to put reality in his face when he's riding his 15 minutes of fame.
"Hey Mike, Frankie here."
"Oh hey man, how's it going?"
"Pretty good man. How's things?"
"Good. I'm guessing you got my contract?"
"Yea.... I got it and gave it to my manager."
"He didn't go for it huh?"
"Yea... not so much. He said that he thought your price was a little high so I thought I'd give you a call and see what we could do."
"I tell ya what Frankie. Tell your manager to come up with what he wants me to do and what he wants to pay me and I'll come up with a counter offer. That's the best I can do. I'm already cheaper than any professional guys he could hire."
"Well yea, he said that but he said the label just wouldn't go for that type of expense."
"Well, send me his offer and we go from there. Easy enough."
"Ok man, I'll talk to him and see."
"Alright Frankie. I'll talk to you soon."
As much as I would like to go out on the road with a band I'm not doing it out of faith. I'm doing it so I can go out on the road and make money, just like everyone else that does the type of job they do. As much as I'd like to go out and do what ever I want to do without consequence, I can't. I have bills to worry about just like everyone else.
There are advantages to knowing guys who actually go out on tours and do this type of work. I know what they charge and what duties they have. I know when I'm low balling my fees and in turn I know when the label wants to think I'm a novice. This also gives me a good idea whether the label thinks the band is actually worth sinking the money into them.
All in all. It doesn't really matter to me if I get the job or not. It'd be nice to get away and go on the road. I'd end up with a lot more stories to tell and it'd probably be a really good time. I'm not going to lose money or sleep over it though.
I just didn't have the heart to tell Frankie that his label isn't going to pay for a "bodyguard" no matter how cheap I became. So I'll wait til the offer comes and refuse it. Then he'll forget about it and everything runs smooth. No need to put reality in his face when he's riding his 15 minutes of fame.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Empty Promise....
"Hey man, I got four people with me and we'd like to come in."
"That's fine, you just have to wait in line and you'll be in as soon as you make it up here."
"Yea, that's cool. So we can be next in right?"
"I doubt it. There's about forty people in front of you."
"Yea, yea, what if I threw you some cash?"
"That's completely up to you."
The guy stood there in his vertical striped button up shirt, spiked hair, sandals and worn jeans. Then he looked back at his group of people, grinned a little and waved at them. The group started walking up and he pulled the door open. I put my hand on the door and pushed it closed.
"Did you not hear me? There's a line over there for you and your group to stand in."
"Yea, don't worry about it man. I'll take care of you."
"Really? Cause it's my job to worry about it. So go wait."
"Hey man, I'm gonna throw you a twenty don't worry about it. I just gotta hit the atm first."
"I tell ya what. Since you've proven what a great guy you are. You can add a zero onto the end of that twenty and then we'll have a deal. Just put the money in my hand first."
"What?! $200?? You gotta be kidding."
"Listen. You think your King Shit parading these people around so now you can either act like King Shit or you can walk away with your leg between your legs in front of your friends and all these other people. It's up to you."
He turns to his friends, "Man, fuck this place. Let's get out of here."
The best thing about douche bags like that. When they leave and complain about the doorman not letting them in; it makes the people waiting in line feel even better. Feel free to complain that I wouldn't let you and your overpriced dates in. That your frat buddies won't be coming back any time soon. That's almost like adding a bonus on to the bar and making people want to come back.
Then again... If he had $200 I would have let him in.
It's only common sense to me...
I mean if you want to act like a big shot then you better be able to be a big shot.
"That's fine, you just have to wait in line and you'll be in as soon as you make it up here."
"Yea, that's cool. So we can be next in right?"
"I doubt it. There's about forty people in front of you."
"Yea, yea, what if I threw you some cash?"
"That's completely up to you."
The guy stood there in his vertical striped button up shirt, spiked hair, sandals and worn jeans. Then he looked back at his group of people, grinned a little and waved at them. The group started walking up and he pulled the door open. I put my hand on the door and pushed it closed.
"Did you not hear me? There's a line over there for you and your group to stand in."
"Yea, don't worry about it man. I'll take care of you."
"Really? Cause it's my job to worry about it. So go wait."
"Hey man, I'm gonna throw you a twenty don't worry about it. I just gotta hit the atm first."
"I tell ya what. Since you've proven what a great guy you are. You can add a zero onto the end of that twenty and then we'll have a deal. Just put the money in my hand first."
"What?! $200?? You gotta be kidding."
"Listen. You think your King Shit parading these people around so now you can either act like King Shit or you can walk away with your leg between your legs in front of your friends and all these other people. It's up to you."
He turns to his friends, "Man, fuck this place. Let's get out of here."
The best thing about douche bags like that. When they leave and complain about the doorman not letting them in; it makes the people waiting in line feel even better. Feel free to complain that I wouldn't let you and your overpriced dates in. That your frat buddies won't be coming back any time soon. That's almost like adding a bonus on to the bar and making people want to come back.
Then again... If he had $200 I would have let him in.
It's only common sense to me...
I mean if you want to act like a big shot then you better be able to be a big shot.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Milquetoast Windbag Esq....
There are a lot of people out there that talk a lot. They say general things that are on everyone's minds and then talk it up like they're the first to think it and honestly feel a lot about it. Take Casper for example. He'll jump into the middle of a conversation and run with it. His opinions reflect that of the general populace so he's usually never wrong because he agrees with everyone.
"Man, fuck Osama! We should just go over there and blow up everyone until they hand him over!"
"You really think that'll work Casper?"
"Yea, why not? I'm sure after a thousand or so people they'll hand him over."
"Really? Even though they've been strapping bombs to their chests and blowing themselves up?"
"Sure."
"So your saying that if we start killing them at random it won't make them more angry and want to kill us even more? Not to mention the fact that they don't care about us at all or themselves."
"Sooner or later they'll see that we mean business. Who cares if we kill a few women and children in the process? Think about all the people they killed on 9/11."
"So that makes us better than them how?"
"Well, it doesn't make us any better than them but we'd find Osama a lot faster. Then we wouldn't have to worry about him being out there and planning another attack."
"You don't think we wouldn't piss off anyone else enough to want to do the same thing after we kill off their family?"
"Man, no one else would be stupid enough to attack us after we do something like that."
"Your genius just puts me in awe sometimes Casper. How do you even survive living in such an inadequate situation as you do?"
"Yea, I know, people been telling me for years that I'm pretty damn smart. But these people need to pay."
Even though we disagree on the topic, you'd be surprised how many people agree with Casper.
The world is full of idiots.
"Man, fuck Osama! We should just go over there and blow up everyone until they hand him over!"
"You really think that'll work Casper?"
"Yea, why not? I'm sure after a thousand or so people they'll hand him over."
"Really? Even though they've been strapping bombs to their chests and blowing themselves up?"
"Sure."
"So your saying that if we start killing them at random it won't make them more angry and want to kill us even more? Not to mention the fact that they don't care about us at all or themselves."
"Sooner or later they'll see that we mean business. Who cares if we kill a few women and children in the process? Think about all the people they killed on 9/11."
"So that makes us better than them how?"
"Well, it doesn't make us any better than them but we'd find Osama a lot faster. Then we wouldn't have to worry about him being out there and planning another attack."
"You don't think we wouldn't piss off anyone else enough to want to do the same thing after we kill off their family?"
"Man, no one else would be stupid enough to attack us after we do something like that."
"Your genius just puts me in awe sometimes Casper. How do you even survive living in such an inadequate situation as you do?"
"Yea, I know, people been telling me for years that I'm pretty damn smart. But these people need to pay."
Even though we disagree on the topic, you'd be surprised how many people agree with Casper.
The world is full of idiots.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
9/11...
It's strange to think that 6 years have gone by since the tragic incident that occurred. What's even more strange is that we still haven't caught Osama Bin Laden. Even with all the fancy equipment the government has he can't be found.
I wonder if I spent enough time on Google Earth if I would be able to find him?
I really don't have much to say on the topic of 9/11. I remember where I was and what I was doing. I remember the plan to head home if something happened nearby and I remember the people I was to take with me. Most of them have exited since I no longer live near where I did then.
I did find this video for you all to check out. It's pretty long, I think it's almost 2 hours but it's a decent one to watch. It might even make you think a little.
I can't put the video up here but you should definitely go to the site and check it out. Click on the link below and take a little time to watch it.
I wonder if I spent enough time on Google Earth if I would be able to find him?
I really don't have much to say on the topic of 9/11. I remember where I was and what I was doing. I remember the plan to head home if something happened nearby and I remember the people I was to take with me. Most of them have exited since I no longer live near where I did then.
I did find this video for you all to check out. It's pretty long, I think it's almost 2 hours but it's a decent one to watch. It might even make you think a little.
I can't put the video up here but you should definitely go to the site and check it out. Click on the link below and take a little time to watch it.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Frankie the Chic?...
When you work in a bar long enough you tend to meet just about every person that comes in on a regular basis. In some way you know each person that comes in. Usually they're just clones of the people that came in 5 minutes before. Every one fits in their own little niche.
Then there's the person that comes up and starts talking to you and asking questions. Then asks questions that are a little more personal than you like. Then you realize, you know this person but you thought this person was a guy.
"Wait.. wait.. hold on, Frankie?"
"Yea man, who'd you think?"
"Honestly man, I thought you were a chic."
Frankie's mouth dropped open, "What?!"
"Man, look at you. Your hairs all done up, your skinny as shit and what's up with all this make up crap on your face?"
"Well, the record went well. The label's PR guy said that if we did a few changes with ourselves that we'd get better exposure and more sales."
"Yea but come on..."
"Hey Mike, I'm still me just with a different cover. You always said don't judge a book..."
"by it's cover. Yea, yea, that was me, not so much me anymore. The job doesn't really offer much for that anymore."
"Yea I guess. You ever thought of getting out of this?"
"It's crossed my mind a couple times."
"Well, we're going to be going out on a big tour soon. Ever thought about being security for a band?"
"It's been offered a couple times but no one wants to pay me what it's worth."
"I bet we could."
"Well, check it out and let me know. I'll figure out what I need and email you the contract."
"Contract? We don't need a contract, we won't screw ya."
"Frankie, in this business there's always a contract."
Voice from inside the bar, "Francis!! Come on, I got your drink."
"Alright Mike, I gotta go. Let me know what's up and I'll get back to you about it."
"Will do."
Contracts are a great thing to have when it comes to personal security. You lay down your price and the responsibilities and then go from there. Offer - Counteroffer and so on.
When it comes to traveling and going on tour I don't trust anyone. I get a contract that way I don't get left behind somewhere. I'm gonna watch my ass first and then yours after you decide you want me to.
I'm definitely not putting on make up and doing my hair in a special way for you though.
Then there's the person that comes up and starts talking to you and asking questions. Then asks questions that are a little more personal than you like. Then you realize, you know this person but you thought this person was a guy.
"Wait.. wait.. hold on, Frankie?"
"Yea man, who'd you think?"
"Honestly man, I thought you were a chic."
Frankie's mouth dropped open, "What?!"
"Man, look at you. Your hairs all done up, your skinny as shit and what's up with all this make up crap on your face?"
"Well, the record went well. The label's PR guy said that if we did a few changes with ourselves that we'd get better exposure and more sales."
"Yea but come on..."
"Hey Mike, I'm still me just with a different cover. You always said don't judge a book..."
"by it's cover. Yea, yea, that was me, not so much me anymore. The job doesn't really offer much for that anymore."
"Yea I guess. You ever thought of getting out of this?"
"It's crossed my mind a couple times."
"Well, we're going to be going out on a big tour soon. Ever thought about being security for a band?"
"It's been offered a couple times but no one wants to pay me what it's worth."
"I bet we could."
"Well, check it out and let me know. I'll figure out what I need and email you the contract."
"Contract? We don't need a contract, we won't screw ya."
"Frankie, in this business there's always a contract."
Voice from inside the bar, "Francis!! Come on, I got your drink."
"Alright Mike, I gotta go. Let me know what's up and I'll get back to you about it."
"Will do."
Contracts are a great thing to have when it comes to personal security. You lay down your price and the responsibilities and then go from there. Offer - Counteroffer and so on.
When it comes to traveling and going on tour I don't trust anyone. I get a contract that way I don't get left behind somewhere. I'm gonna watch my ass first and then yours after you decide you want me to.
I'm definitely not putting on make up and doing my hair in a special way for you though.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Odd Laws...
So I'm really kind of bored right now and can't think of anything to write about. The weekend went by and nothing really happened. There were some more fake i.d.'s and some really drunk frat boys that I wouldn't let in. Even with all that it was just like a regular weekend except it was 3 days long for me instead of two.
So every once in a while I have some sites that I check out when I'm really bored and looking for new things to talk about. This is one that I find pretty funny because you can get a look back at how stupid some of the states were back in the day. Dumblaws.com is a great place to check out laws that are in your state and are ridiculous. They even have an international section for all the other areas of the world.
Here's some of them off of their site.
The really strange part is some of these are still in effect. I mean can you really take down a law after it's been put up? Just goes to show that the cops could bust you for just about anything if they really wanted. Just depends on how well they know their laws.
And any ladies in Texas should really take a look at this one.
I'm just putting it out there so you know. I find it funny as well.
So every once in a while I have some sites that I check out when I'm really bored and looking for new things to talk about. This is one that I find pretty funny because you can get a look back at how stupid some of the states were back in the day. Dumblaws.com is a great place to check out laws that are in your state and are ridiculous. They even have an international section for all the other areas of the world.
Here's some of them off of their site.
- Wisconsin - "While all cheese making requires a license, Limburger cheese making requires a master cheese maker's license."
- Wisconsin - "The state definition of rape stated that it was a man having sex with a woman he knows not to be his wife."
- Wisconsin - "As people used to smuggle it in from Illinois, all yellow butter substitute is banned."
- Wisconsin - "Livestock have the right-of-way on public roads."
- Wisconsin - "The government may not prohibit manual flushed urinals."
- Indiana - "If any person has a puppet show, wire dancing or tumbling act in the state of Indiana and receives money for it, they will be fined $3 under the Act to Prevent Certain Immoral Practices."
- Indiana - "It is illegal for a man to be sexually aroused in public."
- Indiana - "Oral sex is illegal."
- Indiana - "A man over the age of 18 may be arrested for statutory rape if the passenger in his car is not wearing her socks and shoes, and is under the age of 17."
- Indiana - "Smoking in the state legislature building is banned, except when the legislature is in session."
- Illinois - "The English language is not to be spoken."
- Illinois - "You must contact the police before entering the city in an automobile."
- Illinois - "You may be arrested for vagrancy if you do not have at least one dollar bill on your person."
- Iowa - "A man with a moustache may never kiss a woman in public."
- Iowa - "Kisses may last for no more than five minutes."
- Iowa - "It is a violation of the law to sell or distribute drugs or narcotics without having first obtained the appropriate Iowa drug tax stamp."
- Iowa - "One-armed piano players must perform for free."
The really strange part is some of these are still in effect. I mean can you really take down a law after it's been put up? Just goes to show that the cops could bust you for just about anything if they really wanted. Just depends on how well they know their laws.
And any ladies in Texas should really take a look at this one.
- Texas - "Up to a felony charge can be levied for promoting the use of, or owning more than six dildos."
I'm just putting it out there so you know. I find it funny as well.
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