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Jun. 15th, 2003 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labrujahAt work on a Sunday is not so bad. Midtown is extra-deserted, above the shopping-mob blocks.
I worked the door for 7 hours last night straight, clipboard in hand -- the ultra-door-bitch accessory. Bartending and working at these parties, I get a lot of chances to observe crowd control (and chaos) in action.
Last night I had:
One guy claim he was "an investor in Madagascar Institute," not knowing he was talking to someone who knew them before they became a group at all. Then he tried name-dropping his one friend in the group. We kicked him out (understand, this was all in a narrow hallway that served as entrance and exit to about a thousand people over the course of the night, no kidding) and he came back a few hours later with the friend in question. I told him that it's really weak to try to lie to people.
One of the guys who run the space push past me physically, and when I asked him if he had a stamp to get in, he goes "I don't need a stamp!" in this totally shitty aggressive way, instead of "Hello, I am Joe, middle-management dude from the building," which would have solved the problem instantly.
About a thousand shitty electroclash people whine and cry about having to pay $5 to hear their supposed favorite band, because they were supposed to be on the list. They then proceeded to all stand around in the hallway looking sad and wronged.
At one point in the night we had to close the doors -- we had more room inside, but people were shoving past me in this ridiculous manner, like there was a fire outside and they had to get into the party or else die of smoke inhalation. This resulted in there forming a huge line outside of about 200 people, who wouldn't go home or to a freakin' bar.
After seeing one of my favorite party places, the Happy Birthday Hideout, get shut down for precisely this problem (people hanging around and not going home), I can't stand it when people do this.
The whole experience makes me wonder why people feel like it's okay to push and shove and lie and be obnoxious and try to get out of paying just because they are at a party. They don't do that (I hope) at parties at their friends' houses. I guess to me Rubulad is just a big house party and I feel like I'm a guest and family member, instead of like I'm at some big shitty club.
Also I find that a certain percentage of people need you to tell them exactly what to do, or in my case, yell at them to get in line to pay.
I worked the door for 7 hours last night straight, clipboard in hand -- the ultra-door-bitch accessory. Bartending and working at these parties, I get a lot of chances to observe crowd control (and chaos) in action.
Last night I had:
One guy claim he was "an investor in Madagascar Institute," not knowing he was talking to someone who knew them before they became a group at all. Then he tried name-dropping his one friend in the group. We kicked him out (understand, this was all in a narrow hallway that served as entrance and exit to about a thousand people over the course of the night, no kidding) and he came back a few hours later with the friend in question. I told him that it's really weak to try to lie to people.
One of the guys who run the space push past me physically, and when I asked him if he had a stamp to get in, he goes "I don't need a stamp!" in this totally shitty aggressive way, instead of "Hello, I am Joe, middle-management dude from the building," which would have solved the problem instantly.
About a thousand shitty electroclash people whine and cry about having to pay $5 to hear their supposed favorite band, because they were supposed to be on the list. They then proceeded to all stand around in the hallway looking sad and wronged.
At one point in the night we had to close the doors -- we had more room inside, but people were shoving past me in this ridiculous manner, like there was a fire outside and they had to get into the party or else die of smoke inhalation. This resulted in there forming a huge line outside of about 200 people, who wouldn't go home or to a freakin' bar.
After seeing one of my favorite party places, the Happy Birthday Hideout, get shut down for precisely this problem (people hanging around and not going home), I can't stand it when people do this.
The whole experience makes me wonder why people feel like it's okay to push and shove and lie and be obnoxious and try to get out of paying just because they are at a party. They don't do that (I hope) at parties at their friends' houses. I guess to me Rubulad is just a big house party and I feel like I'm a guest and family member, instead of like I'm at some big shitty club.
Also I find that a certain percentage of people need you to tell them exactly what to do, or in my case, yell at them to get in line to pay.
