The Whining and Bitching Thread

That video reminds me of this chick I nailed/was semi-friends with. Now that I think about it, she was the only blonde I actually ever enjoyed being around and hooked up with. Anyway, she had a dance she pulled out at clubs whilst slightly inebriated where she would kinda do what those chicks are doing. Her name was Bri (short for Brianna), and I used to call it the Britard. I would also call her Britarded, because afterall, she's a blonde.
 
I just realized my mom makes up shit to piss people off. She just told me that she heard my girlfriend's parents made her break up with me because I smoke weed. I know that's bullshit because I broke up with her, and we're back together now.

I asked her where she heard it and she said someone at the gym told her. I asked who and she refused to tell me. I get that she doesn't like me smoking weed, but she doesn't have to make shit up like that.

She also told me none of my friends really like me, and one of my exes was planning on breaking up with me because she thought I was holding her back.

I'm not sure if she's crazy or just malicious. I don't really get it. She told my sister that her boyfriend of two years was contemplating breaking up with her because he's worried that she drinks too much. She drinks just as much as any young adult, and he drinks just as much, if not more.
 
Fuckin' busy night at work tonight. As soon as I arrived at 3, it was nonstop until we closed at 12. I had to cut a few people off because they were being drunken douchebags and falling all over the place, spilling their drinks everywhere. Some couldn't even hold half a bloody sentence. I even had to break up a fight between two customers, both extremely drunk off their tits swearing and slurring at each other.

Some Welsh dude came up to me and was telling me how he just found out that his best friend got cancer, that's why he was drinking so much. Then he proceeded to high five me and lean on my shoulder, almost making me fall. What the fuck.

Then some fat bogan fuckhead didn't know which bourbon he wanted to drink, so he comes around to my side of the bar (completely fucking unacceptable). I move towards him and tell him that he isn't allowed to be on my side of the bar. He shoves me aside pretty hard and says, "Fuck off you don't want to fight me". Points to the one I was recommending him the whole time, and goes away. I was holding on to an empty bottle of Wild Turkey and raised it, about to smash in his face when my supervisor grabs my shoulder and tells me to go take a time out. My head had played so many scenarios of killing him right there and then just with that empty bottle. Either way, the guy got kicked out as soon as the hotel duty manager was told about it by my supervisor. Could've ended baaaaaaaaaad.
 
Fuckin' busy night at work tonight. As soon as I arrived at 3, it was nonstop until we closed at 12. I had to cut a few people off because they were being drunken douchebags and falling all over the place, spilling their drinks everywhere. Some couldn't even hold half a bloody sentence. I even had to break up a fight between two customers, both extremely drunk off their tits swearing and slurring at each other.

Some Welsh dude came up to me and was telling me how he just found out that his best friend got cancer, that's why he was drinking so much. Then he proceeded to high five me and lean on my shoulder, almost making me fall. What the fuck.

Then some fat bogan fuckhead didn't know which bourbon he wanted to drink, so he comes around to my side of the bar (completely fucking unacceptable). I move towards him and tell him that he isn't allowed to be on my side of the bar. He shoves me aside pretty hard and says, "Fuck off you don't want to fight me". Points to the one I was recommending him the whole time, and goes away. I was holding on to an empty bottle of Wild Turkey and raised it, about to smash in his face when my supervisor grabs my shoulder and tells me to go take a time out. My head had played so many scenarios of killing him right there and then just with that empty bottle. Either way, the guy got kicked out as soon as the hotel duty manager was told about it by my supervisor. Could've ended baaaaaaaaaad.

I read this in an Australian accent and it was awesome.
 
Uhm, not wanting to be a dick or anything, but are you sure you're comfortable being a bartender? I mean, killing customers, however drunk they may be, can only be bad for business.

LOL. Maybe my bad mood lately is to be blamed, I don't usually want to kill customers :P. I'd say 99.95% of the time I'm pretty good with customers. I'm a jaded barman, not a homicidal maniac. Tonight was a rather shit night and everyone of my colleagues agree. Do note, that I work in a a supposed 5-star hotel bar not some nightclub, so you'd expect our clientelle to be a wee bit classier. Not in this cesspool.

I don't mind if people are drunk and louder than they think they are. I don't care if they swear loudly in front of other patrons, I'll tell them to keep it down. I don't care for alot of drunken antics and usually laugh along with it. At times, if people are rude to me I'll just be a snide and cheeky prick back. But threatening me or other staff is just not acceptable. Then again, neither is smashing a bottle in someone's face. Oh well.
 
Whatever Episteme I'll come to your bar and smash bottles over all the other patrons' heads and then get pitifully smashed myself and hit on you and look like a complete asshole. I have slight anger problems myself and you reacted pretty much exactly the way I would have. I totally understand how it goes.

My whine and bitch is that I'm getting fat because I have gay injuries on both feet (Achilles tendon pain on the left, plantar fasciitis or something on the right) and can hardly do anything without it hurting and creaking. A normal person would say "I can't exercise so I'll eat less," but I am having the opposite reaction + feeling really pissy and depressed because of it. Soon I will be a 200 pound angry drunk slurring my words together and eating my own puke off the streets because there is no chocolate left.