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Dreaming of Pub Management
Feb. 3rd, 2023 07:20 amIn the dream, I was visiting an Irish Pub while traveling in Ireland. I was a regular as the bar owner knew me. For some reason, the owner had left me in charge of the bar the next day. I didn't work there, just was a regular, but I knew some of the routines.
The next day came and I was trying to balance the till. There wasn't a specific amount to keep, but I wanted to see how much money was in it before I got started. It was a mess. There was a lot of coins, but very few bills, which didn't strike me as odd since the Irish is on the Euro with €1 and €2 coins. Also in the till was a growing bill from a specific individual whose tickets were in the thousands and a few $20 bills from the States.
Instead of doing the counting behind the bar, I was at one of the other tables trying to make heads or tails out of the various forms of payment. One of the guys in the bar at that time was complaining that I was taking up valuable real estate in the bar (which was huge, so there was plenty of room). The bartender told him to f*ck off because I was in charge that day.
One guy was getting pretty wasted early in the day and decided that he didn't like me being in charge. The drunk was getting loud and obnoxious and finally got up in my space to tell me his views on me. The owner had taught me how to deal with this situation. I stood up, let the drunk take a swing at me, and then I flattened his nose. The drunk went down cold and knocked out. I grabbed him by the belt and dragged him out of the bar.
The bar was part of a preservation site apparently, with tourists walking through the different parts of the site. I dragged the drunk though all the tourists, many of whom didn't flinch at the sight, making me think they had see this before. I took him into the courtyard, leaned him against a stone wall, and left him.
I then remembered that I left the money on the table. I hurried back to the bar, hoping that the bartender had kept an eye on it. And that's when the alarm went off to wake me.
The next day came and I was trying to balance the till. There wasn't a specific amount to keep, but I wanted to see how much money was in it before I got started. It was a mess. There was a lot of coins, but very few bills, which didn't strike me as odd since the Irish is on the Euro with €1 and €2 coins. Also in the till was a growing bill from a specific individual whose tickets were in the thousands and a few $20 bills from the States.
Instead of doing the counting behind the bar, I was at one of the other tables trying to make heads or tails out of the various forms of payment. One of the guys in the bar at that time was complaining that I was taking up valuable real estate in the bar (which was huge, so there was plenty of room). The bartender told him to f*ck off because I was in charge that day.
One guy was getting pretty wasted early in the day and decided that he didn't like me being in charge. The drunk was getting loud and obnoxious and finally got up in my space to tell me his views on me. The owner had taught me how to deal with this situation. I stood up, let the drunk take a swing at me, and then I flattened his nose. The drunk went down cold and knocked out. I grabbed him by the belt and dragged him out of the bar.
The bar was part of a preservation site apparently, with tourists walking through the different parts of the site. I dragged the drunk though all the tourists, many of whom didn't flinch at the sight, making me think they had see this before. I took him into the courtyard, leaned him against a stone wall, and left him.
I then remembered that I left the money on the table. I hurried back to the bar, hoping that the bartender had kept an eye on it. And that's when the alarm went off to wake me.
