The Bar That Showed Me Who I Could Have Been
I lied to get the job, but bartending revealed unexpected truths about who I am — and who I’ll never be
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9 min readFeb 12, 2019
When I was 22, I moved home to live with my parents. Needing money, I did what every red-blooded American girl does when she’s short on cash and large on desperation: I got a terrible job at a terrible bar, called…
