insomnia... the mortal enemy of any law student

At this hour, any normal person would either be intoxicated beyond coherence from pounding back the drinks/ shots/ any winning combination OR they would be sleeping.. dreaming of butterflies, unicorns, glitter and, if they are like me, pink puffy marshmallow clouds (quiteobviouslyanillustration)... HOWEVER, I, being so lucky as to have to work to put myself through law school, just got home from work. Work.. where I get to sling drinks for a decent amount of money considering the bullshit I have to put up with, the douchebag idiots that think their incessant waving and tapping is going to get them a drink any faster when in fact this will now get some a sub-par attempt at a drink that I would rather throw in their stupid face... (yousaiditbestmrwest)

Anyways..I thought I would take this opportunity to allow the world access to a night in the life of a bartender :)

It is the same thing, every night, no matter the bar, no matter the city...however, being so fortunate to have chosen a bar an area of Boston that is officially filled with some of the world's largest jack-holes and stuck up bitches..some nights are such gems that they are worthy of sharing with others.  Tonite was NO exception to this generalization...

The night starts off as any other, get to work after braving the ridiculous/ bi-polar weather, change into the AWESOME black garb I am required to wear (think dark, like Wednesday Addams...) and get behind the bar... Time to start slanging drinks, or so one would think.. 

HOWEVER 

the first few hours are some of the most BORING and fruitless of your day, let alone of your life... its time to find some mundane cleaning task to do, making yourself look busy before it is finally time to eat your dinner (that is if someone doesn't yell at you for doing so). Finally the night starts, if you eat slowly that it. Its like a miniature stampede to the bar to stand and stare like a mindless-f*@k who obviously started drinking yesterday because they are CLUELESS! Not to mention.. as bad as the people can be and the minimal amount of patience I have on a good day..we then have to turn to the pack of idiots I work with-- it goes from Barbie (barbieDUH) who is like my literal other half to the biggest, most fake frienemy that I have EVER had, not even speaking lightly... It is simply amazing working in a bar... the yawning has finally begun and while I can I must take advantage of falling into some semblance of a slumber--seeing as how 6 years of bartending has turned me into the biggest insomniac ever!  Sleeping is much easier after a few drinks, but some nights it just cannot be done--the world will never have enough alcohol, Ambien, or ways to fall asleep to cure this insomnia! 

I leave you with this thought.. If you are EVER attending a function at which there is an OPEN bar, that DOES NOT mean that you are not required to tip.. SO DO IT! or drink half-ass drinks and deal with my miserable, bitchy attitude on a constant basis. So remember... insomnia is a real bitch and tip your bartenders because it will get you much further with her/him/them... just tip please :)

~Rizzo<3