Hello everyone, we have another statistics for the Peculiar Octopode!
We did not open that month.
In the month of March, we had quite the tense time. It was no secret, that many things happened to the tavern in Hook Point.
We got a massive flyer campaign led by the local fishermen, asking for an equal rights for fishes and cephalopods on our menu. We were under almost terrorizing attack every day, getting mails and passive-aggressive notes (Which smelled after fishes). There was even a bouquet of roses, except that the roses were changed for the fish skeletons.
This incident, or a series of incidents, would not be that bad if there was another player to the big political game on the seafood field. A week after receiving a first demanding note, we also experienced an undeniable harassment by the co-called dragon priest. It was just one man, but his fierce writing was making it up to his small number. The issue was the fact there was not enough options of dragon steaks on the menu. He demanded, and we were quite rudely asked, to remove half of the fishes, crabs or other seafood in the favor of dragon steaks.
Our response did not take long. We formed a special team, using the acronym of STAFF - ** Special Team of Fierce Freaks**.
We fought day and night and it all tool a heavy toll on our souls (Which have one positive impact right now as no Old God seems interested in them, thank you, thank you. We got this confirmed from a reliable source)
It was a hell of a month.
We did not sell a thing, but we drank a lot to keep us sane. Consumed just among the staff to keep our sanity in the fierce battle of the cuisine we are serving, and the bloody threats, promising us crab spanking if we do not fulfill those requests.
We had 234 shots of spirits, which is almost twelve bottles of the booze.
Three of our staff, whose names will be kept secret, were facing the burnout, physical exhaustion and a hangover.
Five glasses sacrificed their lives in this War of the Seafood.
Seven kilos of papers were used as the ammunition in the flyer campaign!
One chair had to be replaced after giving her life to the absolutely unrelated wood-worms.
We are alive. Thanks to everyone who did not add more trouble in this madness. THANK YOU!
(Note on the side in an elegant, yet threatening handwriting: Would you truly plan to put this essay publicly, I will ensure you will be fire and never ever employed again. Do choose your actions wisely. Miss Az’ariah, the manager of Curious Octopus)
(Second note on the side: And I will freeze your subscription.)