The Barstool

At times tending bar to me is not a job, a chore, or discrepancy to my day.  It’s my responsibility to be there for my clients ‘regulars’ I like to call them.  I play the role of almost a nonexistent friend or even estranged wife at times.  I get you a cold beer when beckoned (many times without even asking I have one ready for you as soon as you touch the barstool), I listen, I converse, and I even give you shit once and awhile to keep you on your toes (many people misinterpret this as flirting but it’s honestly me keeping you in line). 

I pride myself in my chameleon like role and the fact I know the deepest secrets of my clients family, relationship, and job issues yet I spend about 30 minutes a week with them.  I give advice on dating, event planning, surprises to loved ones, children, finances, and work issues. Why do people feel so comfortable divulging information to a person-tending bar (specifically me)?  Maybe because I’m not directly associated with their lives there is a safety factor?  I have no judgment?  Either way I value every relationship and conversation I have with new and old customers everyday.

Some of my regular clients I don’t even know their names but I make an effort to make them feel welcomed or even special when they come in.  I like to make people happy and smile because in the end that makes me happy. 

I ended my short shift tonight with a regular of mine complimenting me.  I never have had a conversation with this gentleman but I always remember what he drinks, eats, and I make sure to be attentive since he frequents our establishment.  He states, ‘I don’t know how this works but I come in all the time and you’re the only one that has a freaking clue what is going on and is always attentive and great to us.  Thank you.’  As he preceded to hand me an extra tip he told me to put away for myself J It’s nice to be appreciated in the service industry once in awhile since the other 99% of the time people forget your a human.