Brat Time Stories: Sim Jm

MAMF Director, Circe Olson Woessner reads “Sim Jim” detailing an adventure she had as an Albuquerque VA employee. What adventures have you had?  

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One of my jobs while my Dad was stationed at Langley AFB was a bar tending job at the Officers Club. It was very high volume. For brunch, my station (there were two) went through four or cases of vodka for Bloody Marys and Screwdrivers and over a dozen cases of champagne for mimosas and just plain champagne, my hands would literally be cut to ribbons and bleeding by the end of my shift due to all the little foil cuts.

 Lots of bandaids. 

 The big one was Happy Hour on  Friday night. Two for one. With well drinks a quarter, draft a quarter, call and bottle beer fifty cents, you can see why. My end of the bar used to make $700-$800 a night even at those prices. The service bar, which took care of the waitresses, was even crazier. The waitresses would come in with cafeteria trays and we’d just load up gin and tonic, rum cokes, bourbon water, scotch water etc. and they’d go out and sell whatever was on their tray, never took orders. 

Money was decent in an absolute sense, but you sure worked for it. Of course, when you got the closing shift, that could, and often did, drag out. The club stayed open as long as a General Officer was in. We had a Three Star who’d come in late, after everything had died down, sit way in the back, open his briefcase and work on General things, his aide, right outside. The General drank Triple Sec on the rocks until the wee hours, actually until 5:00 or 6:00AM. Never a tip. (SIGH…)

 The most interesting time came, and I may have related this already, forgive if I have, when the Club Manager was planning for a big Western Night. She called me over and asked if I had any signs or stuff from the West. She knew I was just back from Texas. I said, “I know the people at Lone Star and Coors, would you like me to give them a call?”  She looked skeptical, but gave me access to a phone with a long-distance line. Later, I called her in to ask how many kegs and bottles of each she would like. 

We had trucks from the Lone Star Brewery and Coors driving to Virginia loaded with beer and lights and signs, glasses, coasters, napkins, etc.  They said since it was for the military strictly, they could go outside their normal ranges. Needless to say, I was in HER good graces for the rest of my stay, and the Western Night was a HUGE success. Brats get stuff done.

–John Paul Jones