So I work as a bartender at a restaurant that's more known for its bar scene. (Pre-knowledge)
We opened earlier than usual to do Valentine's brunch. Everything was fine. I had to leave for class at 2. Came back around 3:50-4ish. Right as I got behind the counter, tons of couples started to pour into the place. I thought 'Hey, this could be a pretty damn good day after all for a single guy working on V-Day'.....How wrong I was. It took me less than 5 minutes to be able recognize about 50 of my classmates from highschool. All of them with their s/o's. 5 out of the 50 were girls who used me basically like Dane Cook in Good Luck Chuck. And to make things worse, they all came up to me with their s/o's. Some of those guys were kinda fugly lookin. I mean, I ain't super handsome, but I'm at least fairly good looking. So I had to spend an hour with those 10 people. I tolerated it, cuz I knew I was getting paid, and that's all mattered. Finally, at about 6:40ish...my boss FINALLY came over to me while holding up a 6-pack case of beer, and signaled me to come outside. We drank. My liver is ALREADY destroyed, but I honestly couldn't be bothered to actually care. However, my boss failed to remember that I was the ONLY bartender on shift for V-Day, so I had to sober up while serving what I had just put into my body. And if THAT doesn't make things worse, my ex came in with her NOW husband(AND soon-to-be babydaddy). At this point pouring salt into the wound doesn't even come close to my day. It was honestly more like 'Rip off all my skin, and chuck me into the Dead Sea with ALL the salt in there.' Finally, midnight rolls around after a few more hours of "I fucking hate all of you couples." And what does my boss do? He decides to keep the place open a little longer, and cleared the tables off the dancefloor. Mostly for the younger crowd between the ages of 25-36. However, the one thing I did NOT expect to have happen to me, had occurred. One of my college classmates, who's an absolute goddess (Not joking 10,000/10. Would bang endlessly), showed up, in tears. Apparently her boyfriend had actually been 2-timing her. So I asked my boss to let me finally leave. So he did 2 things. 1) Took out a big envelope that was filled to the brim with cash. (Had about 10,000 in it.) 2) He read the situation perfectly, and said yes. So I left with my friend, and we went to my place. I made her some green tea to help calm her nerves, and next thing I knew, she pounced on me, and silently sat on my lap like a small child. So here I am sitting on an armchair with a gorgeous girl sitting on my lap. I didn't panic. I just sat there. But of course, my being the idiot I am, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to pat her head like she was a small child. I'm still punching myself for that. 2 hours later. Here I am now. I'm sitting on the floor while holding my friend's hand as she sleeps on my bed. She's still got tears coming out of her eyes, I can't do anything....except plan how badly I'm going to beat the stuffing out of her now ex. If anyone else is still awake, please, for the love of God, tell me what I SHOULD do right now. Cuz V-Day is over. I got paid really well, but I still have this gaping fucking hole in my heart. But I don't want to do something that I'll end up majorly regretting.
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