Did i die? Nope. I had to have a long hard think about this door work. Ok, and the decision is, I'm gonna stick with it. What happened? Well funnily enough...nothing. No incidents, i ain't got (fingers crossed) hit yet, in fact i handle any potential problems really well, I've learnt a lot.
Basically in the month off from blogging I've been disappointed with the money to be honest. It's no where near what i was expecting, and I've had to face the reality that it's not going to be. Also after Xmas the work dried up big time. Two days a week? three at the most. Leaving me in serious shit, as i have at the current time no day job. I flirted with the idea of giving it all up, but have basically decided to get a day job, and do the doors at night, which would leave me set nice. That's it really, i just thought there's no point writing a blog if I'm going to leave the...thing...I'm writing a blog about, but then i realised I'd been thinking about leaving for over a month now, and was still here...so here i am. Back blogging it with the kids, and grown adults.
I did New Year at the biggest club in my town which was good, I've made good friends in the agency i work for. I've been a "street marshall" and given that up within a day. I've yet to find my regular spot though, my regular perching place...until now. Which is why I'm writing again. I no longer work for Dean as well. Money problems, not getting payed on time, Mafia intimidation, you know, normal day at work shit. The money is a let down as it is, so to be fucked around when it comes to actually getting that money? is just silly stuff. People have swore, cussed, but nothing major. Christmas time was ok. I should have carried on documenting really but i just got let down with it all. Good news is as i said though, I've been given a regular spot...and it's local, so i don't have to drive for 45 fucking minutes just to get there. More like 15 minutes...sweet as a nut mate, sweet as a cashew nut.
Basically a new chain of Bar has opened in a town right next to mine, and I'm gonna be with the first team of doorman there. Basically, it's gonna be our place. And for the first time since getting my license, I'm excited again. This means many things, for one, i could eventually become head doorman. I start this thursday and i will be back to the documenting again now i have some kind of focus.
I'll explain what happened...
It was a business meeting basically, we were called down to see the venue. The would-be head doorman was so late, he actually missed the meeting, he wasn't there by the time i left anyway. We had a speak to the manager, who funnily enough is the same woman who used to work at the Venue that Dean handled, i had a little flirt. Manager or no, who cares. I have to suck up. I want this place.
This was the first night it was actually open, so everything was sparkling. The toilets gleaming, seats plush, tables shiny. Fit as hell barmaids..... We had a look around what is basically to be our new home. It's very open, bright, and new. This chain is known to have money, and you can see it. They have splashed out big on this one. After sitting at a table around some warm coffee's, and discussing the rules of the venue, the owner of My Agency gave me the four days there and then. Very very good.
So, i assume i start this thursday, and i will document everything, this is like day one doing the doors in a way. Brand new venue. New team, and will give me a sense of stability in this job.....
First opening night at the brand new venue was stress free. Everything all sparkly and new. Very pretty. New piss pots, not even touched. The chain that run this Bar have money. So everything was very lavish. It was busy, but no trouble. A few design problems made things a bit uncomfortable. The smoking area is completely open, to the effect of people on the street can wander effectively right into the establishment, there's three doors. The main one being at the front. So two guys are needed on both doors constantly. Perched. But it's cool, we got this...
I know the area, i know the town, people seemed friendly. All white crowd with one or two, Literally, one or two black faces or Asian faces peppered throughout. But mainly white. Good first night, no trouble boss..no trouble...
Night two....which was last night....
Bit more hairy. The spot i was in, turned out to be a bit of a visual juggling act so to speak. I had to watch the Dancefloor section in the distance, no drinks on the Dancefloor, had to stop people abusing the open smoking area section and cruising right in, like Will Smith. Had to stop people taking drinks outside after 12...as well as keeping a general eye on things within my range of vision. All good fun. And to be honest, i loved it.
Lots of people taking the piss with drinks on the Dancefloor but this is standard at first, i had to be the proverbial steamed train with this. I pile through the dancefloor like a shot and remove any drinks on there, quick time. Remember, this is this Bars first EVER friday night, people are going to want to, as standard, take the piss. See how far they can push it. Simple fact is, i want this Gig. I want this club permanent. I want to make my stamp on it, i want to rule with an IRON FIST. Because i STronG LiKE BuLL...
Two incidents, two guys had to leave for being mouthy, one was trying to explain to me he wanted to just finish his beer in front of the manager to make his point. I did my usual tactic of agreeing, agreeing agreeing , Boom, get out. Heave ho. But before i had a chance, the other doormen on my team piled in like madmen. To be fair i was handling it. But, it's first night, everyone is excited, want to make a good impression on the chain of Bars and handle things in their own way.
The guy stood at the exit protesting. He calmed down eventually. His oriental like features pleading me to go in and get his friends again. He was cool no trouble. Just an over excited manager. But it's not for me to question. Manager says out, we get him out.
One black guy kept giving me "evils" throughout the night as he walked to and fro from the smokers entrance. Not sure if it's because me and him were the only two black guys actually in there or? i don't know. Territorial thing perhaps. "me want white girls" i don't know. Prick.
Someone else got ejected in a similar fashion to the oriental guy. Biggest incident of the night was some dude cracked someone else in the face for squaring up to him. I didn't see it. I just saw a fuss near one of the smokers entrances with two doormen. I went over and he showed his hand to the doorman. Tall lanky white dude, with spiky hair. His hand red, knuckle looked like someone had placed a glowing red snooker ball underneath it. Broken possibly. Sweet. I stood behind him until i got the nod everything was sorted.
Beside a short Asian dude squaring up at one of the doormen because he jumped the queue and wasn't allowed in. That was it. Good exciting first ever friday night to be honest. It's about laying down the rules now, just making sure no piss is taken, so to speak. But everything was handled smoothly. Of course first ever saturday night coming up so, we shall see, we shall see...all i know is this, all i know is this one thing.
Not on my turf mate....
Not on my turf.
All good, all good bredrin. First ever Saturday, only one incident. Standing there, minding my own business, and a group (three) of lads who'd drunk too much, all of em mates, took things a bit too far. One of them gripped up the other by his chin, the third lad in the middle trying to stop it. I didn't know this at the time, and just grabbed old boy by the waist, dragged him through the doors to the smokers section and plonked him on the cold pavement. Explain what you was doing afterwards mate...no what i mean??
