Sweater Project

I have a personal flaw which I will one day have to overcome. I get extremely angry extremely fast with bad bartenders. I’m not sure why.

I went to the opening of Medusa tonight after an announcement was sent to one of my company’s mailing lists. I got there around nine and joined some co-workers on a very comfy sofa. A waitress came up to ask me what I’d like and I asked for a diet coke.

Okay, that’s about as simple a request as you can make. And she still managed to screw it up. She brought me a regular coke. I hadn’t eaten enough at dinner, so I figured the extra grams of sugar weren’t going to kill me. When I was ready for my next drink, I went directly to the bar to get it myself.

I waited for four minutes for a free bartender. The one who was working my section took a four-drink order from a guy who very obviously got to the bar after I did. Not a good start. When she finally deigned to ask me what I wanted, I asked for what their drink menu said was one of the house specialties - a “Cosmo-Not Martini”, which was a blend of relatively low-fructose juices with no alcohol in it.

The idiot had to get a drink menu, look up what I’d ordered, and go back to the ingredients list four fucking times in the course of making my drink. When she was pouring it, she told me that she didn’t know how to make the drink because it was her first night. No shit. IT WAS THE GRAND OPENING OF THE FUCKING BAR. OF COURSE IT’S YOUR FIRST NIGHT.

Like I said, I need to work on my reaction to bad bartenders. At least now I know where to go when I want to do that.

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