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[razorjak]

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother going into work.

It's like watching a loved one die slowly of inoperable cancer. Your time is spent flip-flopping between wishing the end would come so (s)he'll no longer be in pain AND praying for a remission or cure to come about.

I don't think there is a cure for the cancer that has afflicted the Cont for the last few years. We can't survive long with consecutive weeks of piss poor turnouts like the last two weeks. Sixty people came through the doors from 9pm till we stopped charging cover at 3am. That's an average of ten an hour for you lot who are bad at math. Half of that number were people who come and nurse a single drink all night.

We can't fucking survive on 30 drinkers a night!

What with Dave(*) repeatedly not booking bands and Frank refusing to fix small things that need fixing because he "doesn't want to throw money away on small touch-ups before spending mad cash on total renovations"(**) the place is like a friggin ghost town saloon!

( *) blonde yuppy faggot still insists that when we caught him getting blown in the parking lot he was simply "pushing the girl away from him". Even though the jackass got his pathetically small knob slobbered on in view of over six witnesses.

(**) He's been planning renovations since 2001.

Comments

[masokisst.livejournal.com]

I could easily book a mess of bands that would have people comming in the door. Its not that hard, just laziness at fault.

[ladycelest.livejournal.com]

Would you bring in P Lander Z and bring back Polysics?

so could I...

[professor-eight.livejournal.com]

the problem is that the bands would need to be paid out of the door...

and... well... there's not much money comin through the door...

can't book a big show, 'cause the band won't get paid (or the cont will cancel it) due to poor ticket sales, 'cause of "lack of promotion."

oh yeah, gotta have a place where people will be able to wee... instead of their cup... and alkehol for ppl to drink, instead of Capt Morgan knockoffs and the 40 cases of Beck's Dark Light which the management wants you to sell instead of Blue / Canadian / Heinekin (sp) 'cause that's all that's in the cooler

again.

[flameswithin.livejournal.com]

should the place go under, do you have any other jobs you could quickly slide into?

-P.

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

I work a few other things that relate to the intimidation factor that I exude towards those who don't know I'm just a cuddly lil teddybear (-heh-) All of it under the table.

Soooo, if the club does go under. I'm set with unemployment at least for a bit.

[jruske.livejournal.com]

Sorry man.

It's the way it goes though.

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Yeah ... I guess I can't complain too much since the current owner actually bought the property with the intention of turnign it into a parking lot for another property he was trying to buy.

It's still like watching an old friend slowly die.

[siani-hedgehog.livejournal.com]

pathetically small knob

sorry, what was that you said about acorns?

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

Hey, at least I ADMIT to being hung like a 5 year old. :-)

[siani-hedgehog.livejournal.com]

Hey, at least I ADMIT to being hung like a 5 year old. :-)

i don't think it counts unless i get pictures. :P

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Bah, I told you what it'd take to get those. I may be easy. But I'm not cheap.

[missanthropy.livejournal.com]

I'm very 50/50 on this...

50% of me wants to cry.
50% of me wants to laugh.