Friday, 27 April 2012

Friday 27 April 2012

After congratulating myself for starting my diet for the fifth time today (with chocolate biscuits), I decided that it was well and truly time that I took up my best friend up on one of her many ideas - to start A Diary of a Barmaid. She was under the strange impression that it would be very funny.

We shall see.

Due to lack of a laptop this shall be done on my phone, or Dinosaur that my mother insists we call a computer. Also, due to lack of schedule, posts will not be frequent or on time.

Kapeesh.

Let's start.

On paper I am a bar assistant/barmaid/bar person, what have you, studying for an NVQ. I have work, then coursework, maybe a few tests, and many visits from varying training assessors who think a challenge is asking me about disability discrimination.

I am also many people's favourite person because I serve them alcohol and I provide ears to regularly complain into. If you were to ask what they dislike about me, it would probably be that I take their money. Or that I am a Liverpool supporter working in a pub where 97% of them scream for Chelsea.

Assuming that this Liverpool supporter survives tonight's shift, I shall be back.