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I came to a cold realization in the past few days. My job is sort of like an ER doctor's or a psychologist's in some respects... no matter what, I can't get sucked into the lives of my patrons. If someone starts breaking shit and I have to kick them out, I have to ignore their pleas. I have to ignore that they're telling me that they have two weeks to live, or that they have nowhere to go, or that they want to kill themselves. It's simply not my job. I cannot start sympathizing with everyone, despite the fact that this is my natural disposition. My job is to keep order in the bar, and that's just what I have to do. If I start listening to them and bending to their will, where does it end? I don't work in a homeless shelter, or an insane asylum. I can't keep saying shit like "Well, OK, you've just lost your daughter, I'll give you a 2nd (3rd, 4th) chance, even though you just threw a glass halfway across the bar"... I have to be cold and tell them that they're not welcome here. Whatever tragedy (real or imagined) is going on in their lives cannot account for them wrecking my bar. Their personal life is not my responsibility. My bar, however, is. I cannot afford to be that person who "drags them out of the darkness", and I have to stop seeing myself as such.
This job teaches me new things every fucking day. I realized shortly after starting that it would either break me or harden me, and I'll be damned if I'll let it break me.
This job teaches me new things every fucking day. I realized shortly after starting that it would either break me or harden me, and I'll be damned if I'll let it break me.