Post by ShadowGeist on Aug 7, 2004 23:37:26 GMT -5
I just got back from The Factory which is the local goth/industrial night club I posted about a few weeks ago. I don't remember if I mentioned it or not, but I did get a part-time job there. My job is composed of numerous small jobs.
[/li][li]Advertising for upcoming events/concerts during the week
[/li][li]Helping to set up the scene every morning saturday
[/li][li]Helping to take down the scene early sunday morning
[/li][li]being an observer while the club is active, make sure no one breaks any rules
[/li][li]substituting for DJs if they no-show
[/li][li]some times participating in some of the events
Well today when I arrived at The Factory I helped set stuff up and we had a few early people get in. I noticed that they instantly flocked to the bar and started ordering drinks. About three hours later the place was packed and we started one of our burlesque shows involving two women in panties and tape over their nipples being whipped. About halfway through the show one of the early guys, who was now incredibly drunk, slapped one of the girls on the ass. One of the major rules is that when we have a show you are NOT allowed to touch ANY of the actors unless you are participating in the show. I told the guy to stop and he muttered something but stopped. When I turned around I could see in the mirror (which is our entire back wall) that he was acting like he was going to hit me over the head with his beer bottle. I doubt he really was going to but just to be safe I turned around and grabbed his beer bottle from his hand and threw it in the trash. I warned him that if he had another drink he would be kicked out. I then informed the bartender not to take orders from him anymore. The smelly bastard got ticked off and pushed me in the chest, causing me to bump into one of the dancing poles we have setup. I, of course, became pissed off and punched the guy in the chin area. I didn't hit him as hard as I wanted to but he still fell out of his chair. He started to pull on my pants leg, either trying to pull himself up or pull me down but I punched him again, this time more in the nose region. He went down again but the dumb bastard couldn't get back to his feet because he was too drunk. While on all fours he kept saying "I'm gonna whoop yer ass!" and "Yer ass is mine!" and my personal favorite, "Had enough!".
I badly wanted to kick him while he was down but instead I called over one of our bouncers and he got carried out. The owner was going to call the cops but I told him not to worry about it. Instead we called the guy a taxi. Once he was in the car he kept holding his nose and saying "sorry" over and over again. . .until they pulled off when I heard him say "asshole". Lol.
I wasn't supposed to get off until 3:00 but the owner told me to call it a night. So here I am, sitting in front of my computer with a washing cloth full of ice wrapped around my knuckles.
The moral of the story is, ShadowGeist can kick your ass if you're so drunk that you can't stand up. Let that be a lesson to all of you!
In the end, this really isn't a b#tch at all because I'm actually laughing over the entire thing. Sure, my hand hurts like hell and my right shoulder is probably going to be bruised tomorrow, but damn it that was the most comical fight I have ever been in. The funniest part is the fact that he was just at The Factory to get drunk. He was probably in his late 30s to early 40s and he had the freakiest male pattern baldness I have ever seen.
[/li][li]Advertising for upcoming events/concerts during the week
[/li][li]Helping to set up the scene every morning saturday
[/li][li]Helping to take down the scene early sunday morning
[/li][li]being an observer while the club is active, make sure no one breaks any rules
[/li][li]substituting for DJs if they no-show
[/li][li]some times participating in some of the events
Well today when I arrived at The Factory I helped set stuff up and we had a few early people get in. I noticed that they instantly flocked to the bar and started ordering drinks. About three hours later the place was packed and we started one of our burlesque shows involving two women in panties and tape over their nipples being whipped. About halfway through the show one of the early guys, who was now incredibly drunk, slapped one of the girls on the ass. One of the major rules is that when we have a show you are NOT allowed to touch ANY of the actors unless you are participating in the show. I told the guy to stop and he muttered something but stopped. When I turned around I could see in the mirror (which is our entire back wall) that he was acting like he was going to hit me over the head with his beer bottle. I doubt he really was going to but just to be safe I turned around and grabbed his beer bottle from his hand and threw it in the trash. I warned him that if he had another drink he would be kicked out. I then informed the bartender not to take orders from him anymore. The smelly bastard got ticked off and pushed me in the chest, causing me to bump into one of the dancing poles we have setup. I, of course, became pissed off and punched the guy in the chin area. I didn't hit him as hard as I wanted to but he still fell out of his chair. He started to pull on my pants leg, either trying to pull himself up or pull me down but I punched him again, this time more in the nose region. He went down again but the dumb bastard couldn't get back to his feet because he was too drunk. While on all fours he kept saying "I'm gonna whoop yer ass!" and "Yer ass is mine!" and my personal favorite, "Had enough!".
I badly wanted to kick him while he was down but instead I called over one of our bouncers and he got carried out. The owner was going to call the cops but I told him not to worry about it. Instead we called the guy a taxi. Once he was in the car he kept holding his nose and saying "sorry" over and over again. . .until they pulled off when I heard him say "asshole". Lol.
I wasn't supposed to get off until 3:00 but the owner told me to call it a night. So here I am, sitting in front of my computer with a washing cloth full of ice wrapped around my knuckles.
The moral of the story is, ShadowGeist can kick your ass if you're so drunk that you can't stand up. Let that be a lesson to all of you!
In the end, this really isn't a b#tch at all because I'm actually laughing over the entire thing. Sure, my hand hurts like hell and my right shoulder is probably going to be bruised tomorrow, but damn it that was the most comical fight I have ever been in. The funniest part is the fact that he was just at The Factory to get drunk. He was probably in his late 30s to early 40s and he had the freakiest male pattern baldness I have ever seen.
