Nepo-babies are the privileged kind of delusional, not the fun kind of delulu. Like, there's the employee that pushes the boundaries and might get you in trouble for doing something fun kind of delulu, and then there is the nepo-baby delusional co-worker who thinks he's entitled to everyone treating him like the boss even though he was given a bartending position because his mommy is the boss. See what I mean? The latter is, unfortunately, where our story begins . This hotel bartender was the k…

Being a lady bartender isn't easy. You have to pretend to be interested in every patron's woes, while also being detached enough to avoid stalkerish behavior. During every shift, bartenders deal with antagonizers, party-meisters, and worst of all womanizers. But it's all worth it for the tips right? That is until you realize the worst offender of on-shift mockery is coming from your general manager.

The brilliance of the manager putting the sport coat on before returning to the conversation as “the owner” is something that I wish I had been able to witness with my own eyes.

My customer service voice is not a reflection of who I am as a person.

For those overseas, yeah, that's not legal here either.