one long university summer, i worked behind the bar of a pub in cheshire
having worked in a beautifully run pub the summer before, the manager of this one was a total shock. lazy, inept, couldn't pour a pint without a 6 inch head, and never did a stroke of work.

instead, she spent the entire time, and i mean hours at a time, cramming money into the fruit machines. she was forever in the till, changing notes into coins. meanwhile the rest of us ran around like the proverbial blue arsed flies, lugging bottles up from the cellar, dealing with customers, the usual. the worst thing that could happen to you was to be put on the "wacky warehouse" shift, where instead of adults wanting beer, you got sugar hyped up little brats screaming for panda cola and sherbert dips... shudder...

anyway, after a few weeks, it was noticed that the tills were out. sometimes quite badly. it was so breathtakingly obvious that it was the manager, but she was the only one who failed to cotton on at all, and carried on shovelling coins into the machines.

she got caught in the end. but only after a LOT of money had gone missing. that's how long it took the company to notice.

the pub's gone bust now. like everything else, it'll be a block of flats soon.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 9 Apr 2015, 17:34, 2 replies)

cheers

( $$ ✅, Thu 9 Apr 2015, 21:47, closed)

or half flats. twice as many that way.

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 10 Apr 2015, 13:43, closed)