What do you think about your feelings?

Fuck I love your style, Vlad

Thanks Bar Wench. I used to be a bar wench too. I didn't enjoy it, but I don't enjoy most things. Also, I wanted to express my feelings about your avatar. It makes me feel a bit sick, because there are two things in it that I don't much care for. I wish that all dogs would die and the world could be a wonderful dog-free utopia where cats and rabbits and other cute, clean, unsmelly animals can roam the streets without a care in the world.

My views on men are far less extreme. Although - the world would be a better place without all that rape and murder that they are like 99% responsible for.

Hmmmm. Something tells me you would have made quite a good bar bitch, Vlad. Shit-stirring is a prized asset in the game.

I was quite surly. It was a disgusting old man dive. Apart from the occassional punk gig, most of my nights were filled with sexual harrassment. I shudder to remember.

Anyway, where do you work? What time do you start?

Well?

As much as it would be my greatest pleasure to serve you a six ounce shandy, my bar days are over for the time being,Vlad... At least until I can put my own name above the door. And most of my days have been spent in disgusting old man dives... ten a.m happy hour, crowds yelling at the tote screen, reminiscing about the days Chrissie Amphlett was a drunk bitch- they're my favourite, actually. Sadly,these days i'm even quite excited to be objectified ahh... nothing like a seedy pub.

Anyhow, today was spent wielding a chainsaw up in a tree. Pays to be versatile

Haha a shandy. I was staying with my Mum last week and her partner kept offering me shandys.

Did you have pokie machines at your old man dives? My fondest memories are of the pokies people, yelling about the jackie, making bets about whether one of them could fuck me, making outlandish racist statements... ah those were the days.

Not at my regular, but yes I have done my time on the one-armed bandits.

My special favourites are the ones who cover the screens with coasters, or stroke the sides of the machines'for luck'.

Or the ones that leave their kids in the car outside for hours.

Or the ones who win thousands and still walk away whinging about something or other.

Aaah. Gaming rooms. Good times. Give me a drunken racist yobbo any day.

Sometimes it's fun to encourage people though, just to see what they'll say next. And drunk people don't care if you say nasty things or dirty words to their face.

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As much as it would be my greatest pleasure to serve you a six ounce shandy, my bar days are over for the time being,Vlad... At least until I can put my own name above the door. And most of my days have been spent in disgusting old man dives... ten a.m happy hour, crowds yelling at the tote screen, reminiscing about the days Chrissie Amphlett was a drunk bitch- they're my favourite, actually. Sadly,these days i'm even quite excited to be objectified ahh... nothing like a seedy pub.

Anyhow, today was spent wielding a chainsaw up in a tree. Pays to be versatile

Hehe...i like the thought of a woman weilding a chainsaw... good for u barwench..closest i get is to a whipper snipper i dont think that makes me very versatile...lol

Good enough for me, I love the smell of petrol on a woman... is that weird?

Anyway, been doing some work with an arborist. Pretty funzies.

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Good enough for me, I love the smell of petrol on a woman... is that weird?

Anyway, been doing some work with an arborist. Pretty funzies.

Lol..well if it is..then ill willingly be weirdo#2. i bet its fun...gosh i miss the outdoors...being amongst nature!

Yeah. I sometimes do landcaping as an aside from my usual job, and you're right, it is nice to get out in the fresh air. It makes a nice diversion from the paint can every once in a while. Just one more new skill, and a chance to take off the whites and rock my king gees for an actual reason!

Tbh though, there's nothing quite like working a busy, vibrant pub. People are endlessly fascinating. I miss it so much at times

Dang, I got caught having an actual feeling!!! Quick, pass the scotch while I repent!!!!

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Dang, I got caught having an actual feeling!!! Quick, pass the scotch while I repent!!!!

Lol

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Yeah. I sometimes do landcaping as an aside from my usual job, and you're right, it is nice to get out in the fresh air. It makes a nice diversion from the paint can every once in a while. Just one more new skill, and a chance to take off the whites and rock my king gees for an actual reason!

Tbh though, there's nothing quite like working a busy, vibrant pub. People are endlessly fascinating. I miss it so much at times

Lol.. i agree people are fascinating... And u sure would get your share in a pub.. Did u get hit on alot...is it like in the movies?

Always been fascinated with bar ladies....think stems back to when i was about 12yrs old..my parents used to have parties (dads a guitarist in rock band) and my cousin and i would be bar ladies...pour drinks for them,clear bottles... they gave us tips...not exactly a role model scenario for parenting but we loved it and hey i didnt turn out that bad! i think.lol

That sounds totally inappropriate and awesome all at the same time What sort of stuff did your dad play? I have always had a particular fondness for a lap steel or harmonica, especially if there's a babe playing them. Sadly, far too many women wallow in acoustic blandness though (sorry girls).

I too love a smartass, salty barmaid. The good ones have a way about them that is just so damn attractive. I've dated a few over the years and for the most part they're great fun to be around too.

And yeah, I did get hit on a lot. It comes with the territory, especially when you're talking to single blokes all day. I had a lot of lesbians come drink at my bar though, it turned into quite the local haunt. I love (love, love!) to flirt but I kept things above board in work time.

Actually, it was a great eye-opener. In the ten years I went from a clean-cut femme to a tatted-up, wild haired les and mostly nobody batted an eyelid. It goes to show that it's not always smart to make asuumptions about what's attractive/unattractive to others.

I noticed that the dark skinned girl who I worked with and was SUPER-SECRETLY in-love with, got NO attention from the disgusting old men because they were ALL RACIST. They day the 19 year old blonde girl started at the bar, I was practically jumping around going 'woopee woopee!'. That was the end of my troubles for a while.

Yeah, they can be a bit like that at times, Vlad. Hobart is white as white can be, but probably ten years ago we started getting a lot of Sudanese families moving into the working-class suburbs around my pub. I remember being pretty confronted by some of the views of the more outspoken patrons. Sometimes changing long-held opinions, no matter how politically incorrect, is like trying to push the proverbial uphill.

Overall though, I think it depends where you drink/work. Perhaps in the bigger capitals there is more choice, so you end up with enclaves? We tend to have maybe two pubs for every suburb in the outer city, so people have no choice but to mix in. I think it creates a better dynamic overall.