My friend once told me I had a “lustful heart”

She named her cat after her favorite rapper at the time (2022 being the time)

I am currently 20 minutes deep on the stepper at level 7.

I am stressed right now. Mine and my sisters shared middle fence is falling down, along with all the other sides. But when the man is coming to start rebuilding it is tomorrow while I am Sunday brunch bartending.

My sweet little evil baby is 75lbs and definitely a protector of me and his home. I’m scared he’s gonna go nuts while the man is fixing it !!!!

I’ll update y’all if anything crazy happens for sure.

My other concern is that my last solo bartending shift was an absolute disaster. Couldn’t sleep all fucking night if I’m being honest. Made me rethink my whole life plan and future honestly.

Now I will explain!

Last Sunday was just a few days before Christmas, I had expected to be actually balls to the walls busy.

I wasn’t.

It was actually quite slow. Which to me was fine since I’m still learning drinks and lotto. I get really stressed out.

Everyone who came in was really chill and super cool. Until I got these two ladies coming in to play pool. Really only about one lady.

A tall ginger with glasses, probably in her mid 20s. She was super cool.

And a Shorter body, shorter haired 30 year old mask lesbian.

They grabbed menus from me. The Ginger ordered an iced tea and the Masc got a double well whisky to sip. They later ordered an appetizer sampler which is literally huge.

After about an hour of playing I go back to turn back on the TV cause I accidentally turned it off trying to adjust the KENO tv. I’m still learning you guys… ughhhhh.

The mask orders just a single and finishes off the first drink. I bring it to them and another 30-40 minutes go by when the ginger comes up and says “this is first date. It’s awful. Make sure they get home safe.”

To which I’m surprised. Like hypothetically they only have a drink and a half in the system so wtf.

THEY TOPPLE RIGHT ON OVER.

Yada yada of me trying to communicate with a drunk as fuck crazy biiooottchhh

A cab is called. And of course she has the kittens…. lol I missed that part.

(While retrieving their carrier so she could take them. I saw an open bottle of whiskey…)

RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT YEA DUHHH

I’m livid. AND SHES JUMPED RIGHT BACK OUT THE TAXI.

I HAVE TO PHYSICALLY TAKE HER KEYS AND THREATEN COPS. A GROWN WOMAN. CHASE HER ASS BACK INTO THE TAXI!

And stress and shake all night.

CAN YOU SEE WHY IM STRESSED.