Journey Into the Life of a Bartender

From an early age, I learned the importance and value of hard work. More importantly, I learned that hard work leads to money. For as long as I can remember, I've always desired to earn my own income. By the age of 6, I had developed my own company: Kristin's Comics, a newspaper that I sold to family members for a well-deserved 10 cents per copy. By 12, I was begging my parents to find me a job. They refused. "School is your job right now," they would say. Yeah, that's great. But getting an A on my history test doesn't buy me the new purse I saw yesterday.
Alright, I confess: I am a material girl. A shopaholic. Walking into Abercrombie on a bad day is therapeutic for me. However, to afford even half of the clothes, makeup, and shoes that I desired, I knew I needed an extemporaneous source of income. That's why I chose to work in the Food/Service Industry. At 16, I began as a hostess at the local Ruby Tuesday. Eventually, I was promoted to a server position and was introduced to the best reward for working in a restaurant: tips. I found that on a decent night, I could walk out of the restaurant with at least $100 cash in my hands. It was a beautiful, yet dangerous thing.
After three long years in the restaurant business, I desired to make the most possible money I could in any given shift. Everyone knows that it is always the bartender who walks with the most money every night. I decided to attend bartending school. After a week of intense and stressful training, I felt I had learned some valueable information that any alcoholic-beverage-consumer needs to know...