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I'm not sure where to put this thread, this seems like the most appropriate place.
So, it's a fairly busy shift. The schools have just finished for the Easter holidays, so unfortunately the pub has had a lot of families coming in who are under the mistaken belief that we are daycare. So it has been a busy weekend. I am in the middle of rushing around, clearing tables and trying to serve at the same time, when I notice a group of guys at the end of the bar. I recognise them right away. They are staff from the pub across the street. One of them is an old friend of mine, and another is the boyfriend of a member of our staff.
RBE = Rival Bar Employee
RBE: Hi there, we're here for the kegs...
Me: Kegs??
RBE: Yeah, the beer kegs you are lending us.
Me: I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about this...
RBE: Oh, I'd better fill you in. Basically, ummmm....our pub has run out of beer and cider! So last night, we came over and had a talk with <my boss> and she's agreed to lend us a couple of kegs until we get our next delivery. Then we can give them back to you.
I was busy, and a bit frazzled, so I didn't know what to do.
Me: So who was it from your place who came over?
RBE: <manager>. She spoke to <my boss> and organised it all.
Everything in their story made sense. They mentioned my boss by name, and a member of my staff also backed me up that they had been over the night before.
Me: Do you want to follow me into the cellar?
We went to the cellar. RBE went through a list of beers that we both stocked, and what they needed.
RBE: So we can just take a keg of each right?
Me: Umm, yeah, if you cleared it with <my boss> I'm sure it'll be OK.
Something about this just didn't sit right. I haven't been at the pub very long, but I feel like I know my boss well enough to know that she is not the kind of business woman who would help out our biggest rival in such a way. I called her.
Me: I've got some staff from <rival pub> here saying they're here to collect some kegs...
Boss: What?!?! No!!! They're not getting any of our kegs!
Me: They said they were over last night and this was all organised.
Boss: Yes, they were over last night. They asked for beer, and I said maybe. I told them it depended on how much beer we had left over from Saturday night. I thought that was nicer than telling them to fuck off.
Me: So you weren't going to give them beer?
Boss: One of their managers was supposed to ring me this morning to ask. I was going to tell them no
Me: Well, they're here now for beer! They told me it was all OK with you!
Boss: Liars! DO NOT let them leave the building with our beer!
About a second later, I hear the sound of our exterior cellar door opening, followed by the sound of a trolley.
Me: I'm going to have to call you back.
Boss: What?!?!?!
I run into the cellar, and the rival staff are wheeling out kegs! They had already reached the other side of the street.
Imagine a dramatic slow motion run.
Me: NOOOOOOOO!!! STOOOOOOOPPPP!! BRIIIIINNNG BAAAACCCKKK OUUUURRR BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRR!!
They stopped.
Me: I'm sorry, but we just can't spare any! We're expecting a busy day, and our next delivery isn't until Thursday!
Lies. Sunday nights are unbelieveably quiet, and our next delivery was on Monday.
RBE: Oh...OK...we thought it was all sorted...no problem.
They wheeled the beer back.
Me: So who told you this was all organised?
RBE: <manager> from last night. She left a note saying all we had to do was come over here and get it. We've been trying to ring her all day about this, but we keep getting the answering machine.
I rung back Boss. She has basically declared war on the bar across the street.
It was a slight Brain Burp on my part. Like I said, I was busy, so my mind was set on getting them out of the way. Once I thought about it, I realised how stupid I had been to let them get that far. I mean, why would we help them out? They have no beer! That means more customers for us!
God, I daren't imagine what my boss had done to me if I had let them away with it.
So, it's a fairly busy shift. The schools have just finished for the Easter holidays, so unfortunately the pub has had a lot of families coming in who are under the mistaken belief that we are daycare. So it has been a busy weekend. I am in the middle of rushing around, clearing tables and trying to serve at the same time, when I notice a group of guys at the end of the bar. I recognise them right away. They are staff from the pub across the street. One of them is an old friend of mine, and another is the boyfriend of a member of our staff.
RBE = Rival Bar Employee
RBE: Hi there, we're here for the kegs...
Me: Kegs??
RBE: Yeah, the beer kegs you are lending us.
Me: I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about this...
RBE: Oh, I'd better fill you in. Basically, ummmm....our pub has run out of beer and cider! So last night, we came over and had a talk with <my boss> and she's agreed to lend us a couple of kegs until we get our next delivery. Then we can give them back to you.
I was busy, and a bit frazzled, so I didn't know what to do.
Me: So who was it from your place who came over?
RBE: <manager>. She spoke to <my boss> and organised it all.
Everything in their story made sense. They mentioned my boss by name, and a member of my staff also backed me up that they had been over the night before.
Me: Do you want to follow me into the cellar?
We went to the cellar. RBE went through a list of beers that we both stocked, and what they needed.
RBE: So we can just take a keg of each right?
Me: Umm, yeah, if you cleared it with <my boss> I'm sure it'll be OK.
Something about this just didn't sit right. I haven't been at the pub very long, but I feel like I know my boss well enough to know that she is not the kind of business woman who would help out our biggest rival in such a way. I called her.
Me: I've got some staff from <rival pub> here saying they're here to collect some kegs...
Boss: What?!?! No!!! They're not getting any of our kegs!
Me: They said they were over last night and this was all organised.
Boss: Yes, they were over last night. They asked for beer, and I said maybe. I told them it depended on how much beer we had left over from Saturday night. I thought that was nicer than telling them to fuck off.
Me: So you weren't going to give them beer?
Boss: One of their managers was supposed to ring me this morning to ask. I was going to tell them no
Me: Well, they're here now for beer! They told me it was all OK with you!
Boss: Liars! DO NOT let them leave the building with our beer!
About a second later, I hear the sound of our exterior cellar door opening, followed by the sound of a trolley.
Me: I'm going to have to call you back.
Boss: What?!?!?!
I run into the cellar, and the rival staff are wheeling out kegs! They had already reached the other side of the street.
Imagine a dramatic slow motion run.
Me: NOOOOOOOO!!! STOOOOOOOPPPP!! BRIIIIINNNG BAAAACCCKKK OUUUURRR BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRR!!
They stopped.
Me: I'm sorry, but we just can't spare any! We're expecting a busy day, and our next delivery isn't until Thursday!
Lies. Sunday nights are unbelieveably quiet, and our next delivery was on Monday.
RBE: Oh...OK...we thought it was all sorted...no problem.
They wheeled the beer back.
Me: So who told you this was all organised?
RBE: <manager> from last night. She left a note saying all we had to do was come over here and get it. We've been trying to ring her all day about this, but we keep getting the answering machine.
I rung back Boss. She has basically declared war on the bar across the street.
It was a slight Brain Burp on my part. Like I said, I was busy, so my mind was set on getting them out of the way. Once I thought about it, I realised how stupid I had been to let them get that far. I mean, why would we help them out? They have no beer! That means more customers for us!
God, I daren't imagine what my boss had done to me if I had let them away with it.
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