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.