Say you walk into a bar to meet up with some friends for a bit. You go up to the bar to order a drink. Then you proceed to wait for an extrordinary amount of time. There are two bartenders behind the bar, and perhaps 8 people currently at the bar. Only one of the patrons at the bar is waiting for a drink. During your wait, 2 more people walk up to the bar and get served before you do, despite the fact that you are making eye contact and practically leaning over the bar to be as noticeable as possible. You may even have money prominently displayed in your grip, as though it wasn't already painfully obvious that you are looking to be served. Such is the price you pay for deciding to come drink in a bar rather than do something more meaningful with your evening.
It's bad enough that I'm paying a 300 to 400% markup per beer, and paying another dollar on top of it, all for the privilege of slowly being served a domestic beer I could have bought at the corner store 2 blocks away. I love bringing beers into bars and getting the confused reaction from servers when they realize you are drinking something they don't serve, and not knowing whether they can do anything about it or not. Now that I actually managed to get your attention, go grab me another beer, and make it snappy, Skippy.
There is an establishment near me, we'll call it Flake's, where most of the bartenders I've ever had to deal with are worthless. One time I was waiting at the bar with an empty pitcher to refill, and there were 3 bartenders standing right there. One was trying to figure out how to use the register, and the second and third were watching on. It's a shame when it takes 3 geniuses to work a register. But then again, you don't exactly need your GED to become a bartender. Just have tattoos, dress scantily, and push your boobs up real nice-like. I had to wait for what must have been close to 5 minutes. You should have a little more hustle in your step to be making the $2 I was going to tip you on a pitcher, when the work entails something as simple at pulling a handle down. Something I could literally teach a retarded Rhesus monkey to do.
There is this other venue I used to frequent, we'll call it Whack's NightChub. There was this girl on duty once who would take a dollar out of your payment without telling you as a gratuity. I'm pretty sure that this is not a legal maneuver to pull, but she's a bartender, not a lawyer, so what could I possibly expect? I'd ask for my beer that only required her to open a fridge, pop a top, and hand it to me, then pay her. Upon receiving my cash back, I'd drop a dollar, and she'd tell me to keep it because she already took the tip out. The next time I would come to the bar, the same process would happen again. She was doing it every time. She wasn't raking in the cash at the unrealistic rate she thought she should be, so she took matters into her own hands. How noble.
I love listening to bartenders bitch about not getting tips. Your job is like a 2 out of 10 on the easy scale and you are already making a more than decent wage for what your job entails, with the bulk coming from tips. I just watched you rake in 3 or 4 dollars while I was waiting for my drink. I can do some simple math and realize that despite all your bitching and moaning, you are going to walk out of your "job" with a nice amount of money in your pocket that night. Yet it still isn't enough for you. Some bartenders have such a huge sense of entitlement.
Being a bartender has always been similar to being a stripper in my eyes. Both are jobs you take on in order to pay your way through school, or make a little extra money on the side. Both are jobs you get, all the while not expecting to do them for a substantial amount of your life. Both are jobs where faking interest and friendship in customers is a means to making more money at the end of the night. Neither has much of a future as you get older and your looks fade. The exception being if you are a bartender with more charisma than being a bartender necessitates, who also has management skills and a mental dictionary of every drink imaginable. In which case, you could work at an upscale place where looks and image aren't the key factor in new hires.
A lot of these bartenders wouldn't last a week in a job that requires real labor. Try working in landscaping or any other manual labor job for a while and bringing home perhaps 2 to 3 dollars an hour more than the base rate for bartending. No tips to be had, just the base rate. In a job that requires quite a bit more than walking the length of a bar, popping bottle caps and occasionally having to make a mixed drink. A job that actually wears and tears on your body. Slowly ruining your body over the years for a wage lower than the one you constantly bitch about now. So be thankful that you live in a country where you can do so little for so much, and bring me another beer so I can drown out my own miserable existence. Here's a dollar. You earned it.
Get out your wallet and bend over.