Highs and Lows

This weekend was a strange mix of good and bad. On one hand, it made me infinitely glad that I'm nearing the end of my beer wenching career, and on the other, it had some good points. I think this weekend was emphasized a bit, too, because when Marianne did the schedule she somehow managed to confuse July with August and made the schedule as if Friday were my last night. (I quickly remedied said confusion as soon as I arrived Friday.)

Bad: Lots of egomanical/jerk/stupid customers.

Good: Saw one of our semi-regulars who I wanted the chance to see at least once more before I'm gone.

Bad: Lots of lousy tips.

Good: I still somehow managed to make slightly above my average tip percentage Friday night.

Bad: Since Laura asked nice, I worked Saturday night for her instead of having it off.

Good: Julia let me come in late tonight.

Absolute best: I finally got to work a weekend night where we actually closed early! So. Freakin'. Awesome.

So, now I feel like I've gotten all the key cocktailing milestones under my belt. Any loose ends I felt like I had have been tied up, and now I just have to work one more month before I'm done. Though, I gotta say, the thought did cross my mind to just embrace Marianne's mistake and go for the early retirement.

On a much more disturbing note: I wasn't the only one who had a rough Friday night. One of our young regulars got jumped last night (as best we can figure, it was about one block over as he was leaving a nearby bar after closing). They beat him a bit, stole everything, stripped him, and went for a joyride in his car (though they brought it back, strangely enough). Fortunately, the injuries are relatively minor. Some stitches for a gash above his eye and some rest should be all he needs. The part that I find scary, aside from the nearness of the attack, is the fact that it would seem he got a good crack on the head because he doesn't remember what happened.

Any good thoughts you could spare on his behalf would be much appreciated.