I love the people and the social aspect. I love the money. I love the short
hours and the late schedule. I love sleeping in. I love the respect from
people in awe of my proffesion. I love being considered the cool girl. I love
being able to have the floor when I have something to add to the conversation-
everyone just shuts up and is intense on hearing what I have to say.
I don't understand why there are so many people out there who still look down
on me and my proffesion (i.e.,"What's your day job," is a common remark). I
would like to say to those that I make more money in two days than the average
American will make in five days. There are times when I hate my job because I
work with a manager who is jealous that the bartenders make more money than
she does and so she makes our jobs very difficult in so many evil ways. I
don't like the beligerant drunks who make it hard on me when I refuse service
to them. I don't like the little shit bastards who get obnoxious and throw the
coasters and ice from their drinks at each other and think it's hilarious
when, in the meantime, I am getting chewed out by my boss that I attract the
bad seeds to my bar. I am a nice, wholesome, straight-laced woman with quick
wit and a pleasant demeanor and for people to automatically assume otherwise
makes me a little perturbed. Having been a bartender for eight years straight
can be especially gruelling on the feet and back and the carpal tunnel is
starting to really kick in in the wrists from the repetitive pouring motions.
My suggestion would be to work in this field maybe two nights a week and do
something else to break up the stressfulness of it all, so that you don't
become bitter and stuck in this profession forever.