This story is straight out of, I do work here lady, titled,

Just Cause I'm Young, doesn't mean I can't be the boss.

I worked at a very popular nightclub, multi-level, younger crowd downstairs, big spenders upstairs,

we're talking $70,000 a night on our biggest nights,

averaging around $30,000 on normal nights.

We used to get a ton of applications as a staff made great tips.

I started at the bar as a bouncer for a summer job when I was 19,

ended up liking it and being good at it.

Anyway, fast forward a couple of years,

I'm 22 years old and I've been made general manager of the bar

with a staff of about 50 people.

We opened during the week for deck drinkers,

and I would usually be dressed to impress on some of the days,

as I wasn't in the office all the time,

or I would be doing some work around the bar,

minor fixes, painting and such.

Anyway, I came down and let the staff in,

so they could get to work,

and before we opened, a grown ox on the door,

you know the type.

Looking down her nose at everyone,

with a holier than thou attitude,

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