I'm not going to lie; my job sucks. At the same time though it’s
the sickest job you can have. For every bad aspect, follows a good one. To start,
I work in an underground dance club. No. don’t get the idea that it’s some
trendy sub culture back door no sign kind of place where you need to know a guy
to get you in. Instead’ imagine loud dance music blasting you in the face and
you can’t see where it’s coming from or how to get away from it and you’re in a
basement. The saving grace of all this is that it’s stocked to the ceiling with
booze.
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