After I quit the Therma desk job, the bartending job fell through. With nowhere else to turn, I went with shameface back to bar life in a different way – barely making a dime while combining bouncer jobs in downtown SJ at South First Billiards and The Flying Pig Pub. Falling far from the glory of slinging drinks and doing my own bouncing in an old West saloon, I was now checking IDs and hoping I wouldn’t have to break up fights. I’ve had some shitty jobs in my day, but these two that make up job #11 were the worst. Like other crappy jobs I’ve had, the ego was bruised so the humiliation was magnified.