Hells Pub - Finale

This episode is one I will never forget. Never mind the four most demoralizing months of my life where the verbal, mental, and emotional abuse continued without wear. This took such a toll on me I'm still recovering. Never in my life have I encountered a man with such little regard to the value of human life, or most minuscule respect for the energy of the universe. All I know is when he gets his, it won't be pretty.

It's Thursday night, second busiest of the week. Myself, Mika, Olla, and Neta are working. First off, we didn't need Neta. It was more of a pain to keep her there then it was let her go, not to mention she was hammered and the worst bartender/worker I had yet to experience. So while she was spilling drinks and I slowly watched the entire bar get completely intoxicated I decided to start slamming water (I know...) because I had a bad feeling about the night, you know it's going to be bad when I quit drinking to keep the sanity. Understatement of the year...

To shorten a painful memory... one of our regulars requested his bill, several shots later GR aka Scott asked him for the money and he told him he gave it to "one of the girls". Scott then starting screaming at each of us "did you take this mans money?!" *insert thick Chicago accent here. After we all said no, Olla went around the bar to try and calm the patron down as Scott continued to scream at him and pulled out the til tape  to prove the money hadn't been registered. Next thing I see, Scott takes one of those massive Octoberfest tempered glass mugs and cracks the guy over the head and proceeds around the bar with fists flying. Somehow in this madness, Olla was knocked out and we had to call the ambulance and try to revive her while the fight was dragged outside.

Scott comes back in, in a rampage screaming "clean my bar! I gotta get out before the cops show up!" showing no concern for Olla. Everyone is scrambling about trying to clean while he continues to scream and I've had enough. I told the girls to grab their coats and let's get out of this hole. He blocks the door "where do you think you're going?" I'm trembling at this point, I can't get the girls out, and he is still in a very violent state. I've seen some action in my time but I've never experienced such stress.

As the girls scramble about, making more of a mess then cleaning one, he starts interrogating Olla about the money (I felt like we were in a courtroom) and telling her it was her fault she got knocked out.  Few more unmentionable name calling later and he was finally ready to send us off out the front while he coyote uglied out the back to avoid the cops and we gave the keys to the hooker who was going to his house.

*come to think of it I should have been writing stories of all my shifts at the bar, but working there I wasn't in the best "shape" for days to follow.

Needless to say, that was the last straw for me. Even though I have no rights here, in fact I don't even exist, I couldn't handle anymore. Looks like I'm going crawling back for a spot on Real Housewives of Tel Aviv.