1). I miss the tips.
2). I don’t miss the financial insecurity.
3). I miss the cute girls.
4). I don’t miss their gossip and drama.
5). I miss all the great nights we went out drinking.
6). I don’t miss the countless hangovers.
7). I miss the 15% of great managers I had the honour to serve under.
8). I don’t miss the 85% of managers who snorted cocaine, chased skirts, and stole tips.
9). I miss the awesome regulars who always laughed, tipped, and made the job memorable.
10). I don’t miss the awful regulars who always harassed, caused fights, and made us miserable.
11). I miss sleeping in all the time.
12). I don’t miss working every night, weekend, and holiday.
13). I miss the tasty, discounted food.
14). I don’t miss the resulting weight gain.
15). I miss owners of independent bars that treated me like family.
16). I don’t miss the corporate assholes who treated us like statistics.
17). I miss drinking on shift.
18). I don’t miss puking in the bathroom afterwards.
19). I miss not having to take work home.
20). I don’t miss taking home drama, stress, and toxicity from too many shifts.
21). I miss the ability to act, charm, and entertain strangers.
22). I don’t miss the fact it drained me so much I couldn’t do it off-shift.
23). I miss telling off certain bosses, colleagues, and customers, who really deserved it.
24). I don’t miss the often fatal consequences.
25). I miss being flirted with by hot women.
26). I don’t miss being harassed by skanks.
27). I miss meeting interesting people with unique experiences and perspectives.
28). I don’t miss all the cookie-cutter-cutouts who talked, looked, and acted the same.
29). I miss being promoted and appreciated by independent restaurants.
30). I don’t miss being fired and exploited by chain restaurants.
31). I miss the adrenaline during rush time.
32). I don’t miss the equal amount of stress.
33). I miss the 20-33% of women I met who treated me well.
34). I don’t miss the 66%-80% of them who manipulated me and broke my heart.
35). I miss the colleagues who worked hard, had my back, and who I would die for.
36). I don’t miss those who slacked off, backstabbed, and who I hope to never see again.
37). I miss pouring beer and highballs.
38). I don’t miss making cocktails and martinis.
39). I miss the all night pub crawls.
40). I don’t miss the state of my bank account the next day.
41). I miss my work ethic and attempts at professionalism.
42). I don’t miss how few of my colleagues tried to match it.
43). I miss calling out bullies who crossed the line with customers and my staff.
44). I don’t miss having to do so alone far too often.
45). I miss quitting toxic places at inconvenient moments for them (to prove a point).
46). I don’t miss starting at new bars that were often no better.
47). I miss how the industry made me more sociable and empathetic.
48). I don’t miss the times it brought me down and showed me at my worse.
49). I miss learning so much about human beings and their psychology.
50). I don’t miss learning so many bad aspects about myself.