I tell the man, laying it down on the counter. He doesn’t pick it up. “This is a bar. I just need a server. A monkey could do this job.” And lifting up my resume he looks it over and then gives me another look. One I know all too well. “You are over qualified. Why do you want to work here?” “Because I need a job. And I know I could be great at this.” Like he said, a monkey could do this job. “I need a shots girl.” He folds up my resume and stuff it in his back pocket. “Five dollars a shot, must be able to wear the slutty work attire and plaster a smile on your face at all times. What you make is what you take. Sound good to you?” I nod. “Sounds perfect.” I’m relieved to know that I now have another job and I can afford to pay part of the bills at Sophie’s even though she never bothers to ask me for any money. Eventually my parents stopped paying for my life since it was going nowhere, so I need a way to make things work on my own.
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