Especially as you’re working in a shoe store
I might have the opposite problem that she does. Somehow I ended up being a bartender even though I’ve never touched alcohol in my life, in fact I despise alcohol. When highly-experienced bar patrons would rattle off their requests to me I would give them a blank stare and request them to repeat themselves slowly but talk to me like I’m a 5-year old. Thankfully they obliged and we got through that rough year one minute at a time. Sometimes I even invited the customers to come behind the bar and make their own damn drinks. That was a fun year. Not doing that job ever again.
Considering it is a career that requires certification to do, I find myself doubting that you just suddenly found yourself being a bartender with no intentional desire to be one. Care to share more details to flesh out the story?
I was stranded in a town in the middle of nowhere Nevada, the kind of town that only has a post office, one restaurant bar, and a motel. I was stranded because while I was traveling, my retirement direct deposits suddenly stopped coming in.
So the lady who owns all the motel and the restaurant she hired me the first day as a dishwasher, the second day as cleaning motel rooms, then the other housekeeper told her I was too pretty for this and that I should be a bartender. So on the third day the boss started training me as a bartender. I did it and was grateful for the money but I hated every minute of it.
according to state law you are correct I should have taken a test and gotten certified but no one ever required that of me, and I didn’t realize that was even a thing until one of my friends moved to Reno and had to take a test to be a bartender. But no one ever made me do that. There is no government oversight in that little town in the middle of nowhere except
One day two representatives from the FDA came in and spent a couple hours with our chef and found no violations except they told him to wear latex gloves, and that was all the govt oversight I ever witnessed out there.
It works the other way too.
I went to Starbucks once (while probably hungover) and asked for a coffee. Employee said what size? I said “medium is fine”. She started at me like a deer gazing into headlights for a minute and said “we only have demi, short, tall, venti, and grande”.
Like seriously,…
My mom once said “flat bowls” when referring to plates.
