So you say you wanna be a tender?
I'm sure that when your 9th grade guidance counselor asked you: "So, little Johnny/Kevin/Karen-what do you want to be when you grow up" You absolutely answered: "I'd like to work in the most dysfunctional place in the world where alcoholics and drug addicts burrow in and never leave. I'd like to clean up metric tons of vomit, and give psychotherapy and divorce advice for free, and I'd especially love to be berated by a full on jackwagon of a 'general manager' who got his associates degree in business administration from his local junior college and drives a Dodge Stratus. I really want to eat standing up, chain smoke-standing up, sleep-standing up, have sex in the bathroom stall -standing up, and cry in a walk-in cooler when I get overwhelmed. I really want to lift and pull things twice my weight and super-punch soda syrup boxes until my knuckles bleed. I would like to also-cut thousands of lemons with those same bleedy knuckles and raw palms from...