I Hate Nightclubs
Last night I had one of the worst experiences of my entire life. Whilst looking at jobs I got a call from what I thought was a bar near me asking me to come in for a trial shift. I agreed, excited to potentially get some work.
It was meant to be a late shift, 10-midnight. I rolled up at half 9 eager to get started. It turned out that it wasn't a bar in that sense - it was a damn nightclub. This was the first warning sign as I really dislike clubbing. I got told my orders, to go round clearing up glasses and getting them washed.
All of that sounded fine in theory except for the fact that the club atmosphere soon became abundant quickly. The music was loud and annoying, everybody was stupid and drunk, they kept on dancing and not making way for me to do my work, glass kept getting dropped meaning I had to stop what I was doing and clear up a lot, both men and women found it fine to sexually harass me and the manager kept on yelling to go faster.
A half hour or so after I was supposed to end the manager told me I could leave and that I hadn't got the job. I was stupidly pleased that I hadn't but learnt some dreadful news - because I was a trial shift I wasn't going to get any payment for my time, meaning I slaved away and got super stressed out without any compensation. Of course he got a verbal lashing from me but it was no use.
Dejected, tired, upset and feeling useless I walked out, determined that I would never step foot in another night club again as either a patron or a member of staff.
It was meant to be a late shift, 10-midnight. I rolled up at half 9 eager to get started. It turned out that it wasn't a bar in that sense - it was a damn nightclub. This was the first warning sign as I really dislike clubbing. I got told my orders, to go round clearing up glasses and getting them washed.
All of that sounded fine in theory except for the fact that the club atmosphere soon became abundant quickly. The music was loud and annoying, everybody was stupid and drunk, they kept on dancing and not making way for me to do my work, glass kept getting dropped meaning I had to stop what I was doing and clear up a lot, both men and women found it fine to sexually harass me and the manager kept on yelling to go faster.
A half hour or so after I was supposed to end the manager told me I could leave and that I hadn't got the job. I was stupidly pleased that I hadn't but learnt some dreadful news - because I was a trial shift I wasn't going to get any payment for my time, meaning I slaved away and got super stressed out without any compensation. Of course he got a verbal lashing from me but it was no use.
Dejected, tired, upset and feeling useless I walked out, determined that I would never step foot in another night club again as either a patron or a member of staff.
26-30, F
