OK, I'm Drunk

Well, I really am. Drunk that is.
I went out tonight, planning on having a burger and a beer, and wound up drunk.
Really drunk. As in having to watch every keystroke instead of my usual 40+ words per minute typing.
I was driving by the bar I work at, which I did not have to work at tonight, but will be working Thurs-Mon. I saw a larger than usual crowd anddd decided to go in. Big mistake.
Stayed 6+ hrs. Drank WAY too much. Was smart enought to get someone else to drive my car home and get a ride from a friend.
Spent over an hour in a “bitch session” with one of the bartenders, the D. J. we have on some thursdays and a former bartender about one of the owners. I should write “owner” as he only owns about 5% of the bar, yet has better than 50% of the say in daily operations. He didn’t actually invest any money, just was engaged to the principle investors dughter for a couple of years. All the while he’s screwing around with various and sundry other girls (did I mention I have shared an apartment with him for the past 2 years? Kinda hard to hide your little flings from your roommate. )
I hate my job. I was asked by Mr. 5% to close tonight as he needed time to pack for a trip he is leaving on today. Mind you, I’m drunk by now, but I agree. So…I stay. I bitch with other employees, I drink some more, I hang out with friends, I cook a some wings. I am geting paid for none of this. I am acting to increase the overall buisness for this bar, as there are many occasional patrons who will Not come in when mr. 5% is working, but Will when I am. I actually have a “following” better than some of the bartenders who work there, yet I am only a manager/bouncer.
I need a new job.
I had an “argument” last night while I was working, with mr. 5%. If this had happend five years or so ago, when, for various reasons, I made a habit of carrying a weapon(knife, pistol, etc) I would be in jail right now. No one treats me with so little respect, for a non-exsistant reason. I was doing my job.
I really need to start looking for a new job.

I also need to end this post and go throw up.

Please feel free to ignore my drunken ramblings.

Congratulations!!!
Don’t let the toilet seat hit you in the back of the head!