Howdy doin’ fellow Melbournites and Visitors to Melbourne,
For some time now I have been working in Melbourne’s many and various pubs, clubs, cafes, bars and restaurants…… How long I hear you ask? Long enough I say. Let’s say that being the guy at the party (Because Melbourne culture is a 7 day a week party.) who does all the work and then cleans up the mess has left me a little jaded.
This is not to say that I now hate Melbourne’s fine cultural experience but more that I want to share my particularly different point of view. I am a bartender, just a bartender. Or so I’m told by many. So if I am a bartender then let me tell you a bartender’s tale.
This is not to say that I now hate Melbourne’s fine cultural experience but more that I want to share my particularly different point of view. I am a bartender, just a bartender. Or so I’m told by many. So if I am a bartender then let me tell you a bartender’s tale.
It’s a long one and while I have my plans to get out; they may fail and it may turn into a lifelong tale. No matter. If that is the case then I shall observe and then report all I see here… (As much as I can in any case, this may very well get me fired.)
Anyhoo, must dash. I leave you with a full, even-handed review of my last full time position. I have worked many a bar since then. Hopefully someone will make me Samurai again. Until then I am Ronin: A bandit. A scoundrel.
A critic.
A critic.
Ciao.
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