work was horrific
was going swimming
me & caroline running about like blue arsed flies
nice and busy. lost of people to serve
lots of things to do. poker on in the back
all sorts.
then coopers dad started kicking off with this big guy
because he'd drank their shots. which is fair enough
he asked him nicely to buy him some more then the other guy was like
"wtf you gonna do if i dont?"
then the shit began.
i ran over to try and stop it.
coopers dad twated this other guy square in the face
blood splattered all over me.
then everyone else joined in.
im stuck in the middle of 7 guys (who were like bulldozers)
fighting
i got kicked in the back, punched in the rib/stomach and punched in the collarbone
and to to it all off
someone threw a full pint of lager
it hit me on the head and soaked me.
whilst in covered in about 3 different bloke's blood.
not nice. panic attack.
we had to shut the bar, i ran upstairs with my inhaler and rang antz in a blind panic
crying and sobbing down the phone
i then went back down and had to shout at far too many people for harassing me because we'd shut the bar
thennn i had to stop a guy twating my boss with a pool ball. wtf.
psycho's.
police were called & i think they want a statement from me.
fun.
all in a days work. =/
and its not like 4 in the morning
and ive gotta be up at like 10.30 to paint the flat and stuff
and im still stupidly ill.
fuck this.
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