Friday, June 06, 2003 I'll crouch behind him. You push him over.
The Prick show was last week, and boy oh boy did we get hosed. Despite our total-saturation campaign of flyering, radio ads, and e-mail list spots, only about 60 people came to the club. The guy who was supposed to take money at the door never showed up, so that was my job.
The best part of that was when a kid I didn't know showed up and wanted to get in free. "I don't know, man. You aren't on the list," I said. Just then, one of my firneds came out and gave him a hug. I got to say, "Oh, is he cool, man? He wasn't on the list." The list itself was a napkin that the big band's lackey handed me. Also: the guy on their list never showed up.
The downside of working door was telling myfriends how little we'd made at the end of the night. We'd raised the ticket price, which lead to lots of people bitching at me, but, surprisingly, no one leaving, but we still ended up about 550 bucks in the hole. On the way out, we asked for donations. Or, I asked for donations. I would've laughed in my face, but some people actually gave up the loot. We got about $60 in donations. I was absolutely shocked.
My frineds who booked the show got a hat and a t-shirt from the band. They plan to sell these, along with the sad, sad story of how they were gotten, on E-bay. I said they should say the items were also haunted.
In other news, the cafe job is still easy and fun. It gets better by the day. I called Wong the other day. "It's a great job," I told her. "It turns out, though, that most of my cutomers are retarded." Wong, who has paid her own food service dues as a diner waitress, clucked sympathetically. "Yeah, people suck sometimes," she said. "No, they're actually mentally retarded," I said. It was the most vaudevillian exchange I'd had all week.
The cafe is indeed a magnet for that suburbs special people. Best exchange of the week:"Can I help you, sir?" I say to the man standing anxiously in front of teh counter. "The train's not here yet," he answers plaintively.
He and his special wife were very sweet. Most of the slow or crazy customers are. It's the goddamn business men I dislike. Also, yuppies steal. Seriously. When i count papers at the end of teh shift, we're always light on the Wall Street Journal. Also, they will try to pay me from the tip jar. Har har har, asshole. You will burn for this. posted by Frenz | 6/06/2003 09:36:00 PM
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