to be overworked and under paid! Three days straight of working double shifts, running from library to bartending has left me bereft of sleep, clean laundry and more irksome, tips. I spent Saturday evening schlepping martinis for a swarm of lawyers all boasting about travel and real estate plans, but none of them evidently cash viable enough to leave a tip.It takes a special kind of confidence to spend an evening telling a bartender how glad you are he’s here and how wonderful he is and then to stiff him completely all the while continuing to drink any concoction that he’s mixed for you….
Next time I’m on this gig I am pocketing some sterling salad forks…..
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