You know what really gets to me? See, there's an assload of things you observe working in a neighborhood bar 5 to 6 nights a week patroned by 90% regular customers. It has been an extreme personality altering expirience for me in so many ways.
Let me start off by admitting one of the worst qualities I've possessed my entire life has been my inability to keep my mouth shut. I confess to it wholeheartedly. I talk shit, I stick my nose where it doesn't belong, I say sharp things deliberately to hurt other people's feelings when I'm angry. In this vein, I've been a horrible person to some people in the past, and I have a lot of regrets about it. But once you say things, write things, whatever, those words are forever out there. The people you hurt may never forgive you and those horrible things you may have said become what define you. I didn't want to be that girl anymore, and getting back to my actual subject, someone like that could never last one week working at my bar.
Rule number one to bartending:
**KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT**
As a bartender, you are voyeur to everyone's dirty secrets that may walk through the front door. By large, you're the only sober person in the room, and everyone knows alcohol can bring out even the best man's worst demons- no matter how deep he has supressed them inside himself. I see married couples who frequent the bar together come in alone some nights and leave with someone else. I see the good looking guy who preys on every girl naive enough to go home with him any random night never to be called again. I see the boyfriend getting other girls' phone numbers while his girlfriend is in the bathroom. It gets even lower than that, but I'll spare you the details.
Those are just a few examples, but to all of this that I see, I say nothing. I can't. No matter if I secretly love or hate these people, they'll never know it. None of them are my friends. I treat them all the same. No matter what kind of day I'm having or what kind of mood I'm in, I smile, make their drinks, and file away their sins in the back of mind. It's my job.
Let me start off by admitting one of the worst qualities I've possessed my entire life has been my inability to keep my mouth shut. I confess to it wholeheartedly. I talk shit, I stick my nose where it doesn't belong, I say sharp things deliberately to hurt other people's feelings when I'm angry. In this vein, I've been a horrible person to some people in the past, and I have a lot of regrets about it. But once you say things, write things, whatever, those words are forever out there. The people you hurt may never forgive you and those horrible things you may have said become what define you. I didn't want to be that girl anymore, and getting back to my actual subject, someone like that could never last one week working at my bar.
Rule number one to bartending:
**KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT**
As a bartender, you are voyeur to everyone's dirty secrets that may walk through the front door. By large, you're the only sober person in the room, and everyone knows alcohol can bring out even the best man's worst demons- no matter how deep he has supressed them inside himself. I see married couples who frequent the bar together come in alone some nights and leave with someone else. I see the good looking guy who preys on every girl naive enough to go home with him any random night never to be called again. I see the boyfriend getting other girls' phone numbers while his girlfriend is in the bathroom. It gets even lower than that, but I'll spare you the details.
Those are just a few examples, but to all of this that I see, I say nothing. I can't. No matter if I secretly love or hate these people, they'll never know it. None of them are my friends. I treat them all the same. No matter what kind of day I'm having or what kind of mood I'm in, I smile, make their drinks, and file away their sins in the back of mind. It's my job.
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Hi hello, howdy....I didn't know about this car accident...you ok?
damn, I've been a SG slacker.