As a bartender, there are very few downsides to the job. You provide alcohol to the masses, make sure the masses get drunk, and call said masses a cab when they've had to many and thrown up on the cute girl you were hitting on all night. Sounds great, right? The only downside to this type of employment, I've discovered, is the fact that part of your job requires you to listen to the problems/stories of the people on the other side of the bar. I have no problem listening to a cute girl talking about….whatever, it doesn't matter, she's cute. I also don't have any beefs about someone telling me about their scuba trip/skydiving experience/trip to Australia, etc. But, there is a type of person, probably the plague of bartenders worldwide, that I just can't stand. They either have extremely pointless stories, such as how they make their own armour and then stage fights with their warrior buddies on the weekends, or they regale me with stories of how drunk they get or how big a loser they are or what they would do differently if they had another chance. Do these people really not notice my extremely feigned indifference to the point that I pretend they're not there? I should really tape these conversations so I can play them when I need to sleep. Another group that bugs the shit out of me are the people that think because they are interested in something, obviously everyone else is as well. I really don't give a shit about that indie film, your boring job, or the fact that you feel the world is going to end in the next ten years. It amazes me how many conversations I've had that make me wish I could somehow erase my memory. Hey, boring dude, if you don't have nice tits or a story about how you climbed Everest, please keep it to yourself.