I was running a nightclub. The sort of nightclub that plays pop music slop and caters to punters with the beverage imagination that extends to vodka, coke and raspberry and shots you can bomb in things. Then I went in on my night off and got fucking drunk. Don't know what I did, but it seems it was enough to get ass-canned for it.

Which 15 hours later, I can only see as a blessing in disguise. I pride myself on my extensive spirit, beer, liqueur, wine and apperative knowledge and here I was serving craptastic mixers and ordinary shots to 18 year old morons in so much fake tan they looked like emaciated oompaloompas.

And I already have a trial shift today, so screw it. On to new things.

How's everyone else's week been?