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Yea. I worked at a bar for a bit. It was my second week in and my patience was thin at the level that I was expected to kiss ass for favors. No. Not my thing.
My manager was being an incomparable cunt from day one. The first few days I was in there, I was taught to make balloons. That was pretty much the extent of the training I received for a job in which I had never truly had prior experience. Great experience if I had wanted to join the circus...Not very good training for a future bartender. I am aware that weeding out is a fairly normal thing so I did my job above and beyond the call of duty. He had problems with this. He is one of those anal people who, despite what might actually best for business and morale, always considers his sense of ego to be more important. "Do as I say!" One day he was trying to lash me when I was spending time trying to treat the customer well so I called him a fucker and was promptly fired. It had indeed been a shit day. The guy obviously can't take criticism for shit. Jam it back in, in the dark.
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