Today I thought about last New Year's Eve. It was horrible. I wasted a night with my husband by doing other things. The way he says it makes it sound funny, but it was a terrible night and a time that still haunts me.
The basics:
Ty got superdrunk
Ty got kicked out of the bar
I almost got arrested for "hustling' cash" (as Ty says)
I worked all night long, while pregnant and nauseous
I mean, geesh! That really and truly blows, as far as a single night can go.
The details involved me working the door, downtown at a bar, to make some extra money. Ty got cheap/free drinks from the bartender and another friend who was there. Both the manager and door security guy were shady beyond belief.
They broke my tip jar and took some of my money when "helping" me pick it up (because they wouldn't stop the line to let me get it). They didn't give me another tip jar, so I had to put my tips in my boots or pockets. I gave Ty some of my tips to hold, because I didn't want it to fall out of my pockets. They also took the guest list that only I was to touch and wouldn't let me do my job accurately because they were letting in people that were not on the list.
At the end of the night, the door security guy took me upstairs and the manager miscounted the money, then they brought in police officers and accused me of stealing. Not only did they not pay me, but they took all my tips to "cover" the money that was "missing" due to the manager's miscounting.
First of all, I'm not dumb enough to ring up money and NOT put it in the register. If I were to steal, I would simply take the money, not ring it up, so there wouldn't be a discrepancy... duh. Second, I knew that it didn't matter what I said. I could see what was going on and knew I had been scammed. I was so angry and mortified that I didn't even know what to do.
I went downstairs and tried to find Tyler, but I couldn't, so I waited outside the bar for him. Eventually, I found him, but he had left his credit card at the bar, so I had to go in and get it. To top it all off, he was so drunk that he wanted to kill anyone that got remotely close to us on the walk back to the car because he thought they were getting too close to me. Unfortunately, it was extremely crowded, so people kept bumping into us by accident or just had to walk close. I was so stressed out because everyone he tried to say something to had a group of friends, whereas we were just the two of us. Gee, who's gonna win a fight between Tyler and a gang of dudes?!
He kept saying he only had a couple drinks and was fine, but he threw up a few times when we got to the car and when we were trying to drive out of the parking garage. Luckily, I was able to pull over and he could throw up outside the car.
I still get angry thinking about what they did to me. I sacrificed a New Year's Eve with my husband, of which I have only spent two with him. I was on my feet for seven hours and didn't get a single bathroom break. I was not only pregnant, but highly nauseous the entire time... not to mention, exhausted.
I hate that they made me feel like I'd done something wrong. I never told my parents because my dad would have killed somebody and it's my word against theirs. I felt so stupid, and pathetic for being duped, and helpless because why would someone believe me against two conspiring buddies?
I was never wild because I never wanted to get in trouble because I don't like how it feels. I don't like people thinking things of me... especially bad things.
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