I work in a restaurant at a summer-camping site. Almost everyday as I sit here in the pub, pouring drinks now and then to the few local patrons who still bother coming since the prime season is over, I wonder why is it always when I'm one hour from closing when a small group enters and wants to sing karaoke.
I hate karaoke.
The person who invented it should be shot. In the face. There simply is nothing more horrible than a drunken elderly woman trying to emulate some young singer. It's God-awful.
It feels like running the marathon barefoot, reaching the final 100 yards when someone suddenly throws broken glass on the road.
It hurts.
Ofcourse you can argue that it's only a matter of my own vocational selection. As true as that is, it still doesn't ease the pain. There is only one cure: going to some other pub after my shift and act like the same kind of idiots I hate -- I am a hypocrite, I know.
Thank you for your time.
Yours,
GRN
I hate karaoke.
The person who invented it should be shot. In the face. There simply is nothing more horrible than a drunken elderly woman trying to emulate some young singer. It's God-awful.
It feels like running the marathon barefoot, reaching the final 100 yards when someone suddenly throws broken glass on the road.
It hurts.
Ofcourse you can argue that it's only a matter of my own vocational selection. As true as that is, it still doesn't ease the pain. There is only one cure: going to some other pub after my shift and act like the same kind of idiots I hate -- I am a hypocrite, I know.
Thank you for your time.
Yours,
GRN