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November 26, 2012
I'm a Bartender and Please Don't Ask Me What My "Real Job"
While my peers sent out resume after resume, competing with hundreds of other applicants for jobs that they were overqualified for, I continued to come home from work every night with a pocketful of cash.
During times of strife, alcohol sales increase as people seek out an escape from their problems and so I found myself with the unlikeliest of things at that time: job security. The bar became a bunker where I not only took shelter from the broken economy but, horrible as it sounds, profited from it. -- Is | xoJane
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 26, 2012 12:17 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.