It's been an intereating night/day/week/month/year. I come into a mad house. Any other time before the covid, cool. It's different now.

I work with an older lady who's been doing this for 20 plus years and has all the excuses you'd ever want. She takes 15 minutes to get out of my way when I get here. Doesn't stock, clean, nothing. I'm used to it, just leave.

Two regulars get into it 30 minutes in. End up throwing one out because the lady spits on the gentleman who's a retired Detective.

Pretty busy for a Wednesday night. $2.00 domestics and most shots/mixers are $4.00. Ring about $700.00 and make about $250.00.

My car died two days after my last pre-covid shift. I get a ride to work and figured a regular or my roommate would pick me up after I got off.

Can't find my keys to lock up. I'm still here waiting for the next shift at 11. I've cleaned the whole place three or four times while searching for my keys, spent $20.00 on music and soak and wet (turned the AC off).

Just thought I'd share since I'm wide awake and going stir crazy. Glad to be back but this was an exhausting ass night. Much love.

The thoughts of a middle aged male bartender in Cincinnati signing off.

Edit: Keys have been found. Still here drinking.