One of the things I quite like about the place where I do the door is that it’s generally early to start and early to finish. Which leaves plenty of time to get somewhere for last orders, or to get home to see various programmes, or just to get a sensible nights kip.
The problem with it being a fairly predictable early finish is that others know about it too. Hence the following phone short phone call that took place about 90 seconds after I got into the house.
Him: Ed, there’s been a bit of a screw up. X, Y & Z walked off the door in rather nice pub about 300 yards from my house. I know you’re just finished a shift, but I’m really short of bodies. L is already on his way down, could you do the rest of the shift with him?
Me: Fuxache man, I’d just opened a cold one. Is there nobody else you could get?
Him: Nah, Y & Z were my last resort lads anyway, and now they’ve fucked off. Don’t worry, you’d get paltry amount extra.
Me: Nah, really can’t be doing it. Why’d X walk off anyway?
Him: Because he’s X. almost decent amount.
Me: Man, I’m shattered, and I’ve already done thirteen hours today. It’s really not my problem.
Him: preposterous amount
Me: Walking out the door now…
Which is why I got a nice sum of money for not a lot of work at all. And plenty of gratitude from various members of staff.
Still ended up doing a fifteen hour day though. Not as much fun as I remember it.