In at the deep end

It had been an unbearable summer, and I'm not talking about the heat. I had no university, no friends and no job. 

My boyfriend and I live together and he was working three shifts a week. It was only three shifts, but when you're stuck in a tiny flat alone for seven hours with literally nothing to do, the boredom really gets to you after three whole months.

Don't get me wrong, I was a brilliant little housewife, doing all the washing, having his tea ready on the table for him and the flat was always spotless. It was because I nothing better to do. I was climbing the walls! 

I needed a job so badly. 

I'd been talking to a promoter at Scy nightclub in Lincoln about a job as he reckoned he could get me one. I hadn't heard anything for ages, until I bumped into him when I left the flat to go to the pub - all dressed up, may I add. Now, this seemed to help for some reason as the next week I was starting my first shift at Quo Vadis.

Now onto the good stuff. 

Basically, Back To Mono is a fantastic 60s club night, held at Quo Vadis on the first saturday of every month. It's also one of the busiest nights, which the lovely promoter failed to tell me.

I looked at the bar and could hardly see over it - I'm only 5"1! That wasn't the worst of the night though. Supervisors Mike and Dan went through the till with me so many times - I just couldn't remember where things were at all - even though there's a tab that says 'draught' and 'spirits' etc.

Grab a glass, scoop the ice into it, set it down on the bar, pour the shot into it, pour the mixer into it, tell the customer how much it is, take their money, enter it into the till, and give them their change. It's really not difficult...

But I simply could not get the hang of putting the ice in the glass before I set it down. I was so shoddy, I'm cringing about it now. 

Thankfully, Mike's way of making me practice shot pouring with a water-filled vodka bottle ten times to match a medium glass of wine has proved very effective.

So, it's the busiest night of the month and someone has called in sick, the new girl can't do anything, so what happens? They make me glass collect!

The whole night I was stacking up, carrying and washing endless glasses. I was so tired and my feet hurt, I was genuinely considering never coming back - I just wasn't cut out for the job. 

But I did go back, and got praised for being so helpful glass collecting as they really needed those glasses because they were running out. That was back in September, and eight months later I'm a Supervisor at the place.

If you get stuck doing the shitty jobs, stick with it and do a great job. One day, you'll be in a great job.