When I was at the Fish Haus, my job for a year and a half before the Pub, I remember we had three all new sets of managers every four months (keys, AKM, KM, GM, AGM, headwaits).
My boy Greg had asked someone to watch his dead bar (another bartender) and gone and smoked a cigarette. Our new and last AGM was vehemently anti-smoking (nevermind he bought Klonopins off of staff and was usually half-a-handle of Jack Daniels deep at the end of the night) and ripped him a new one on his first night for doing so.
I got in his face.
“Listen here, I don’t know who you are or who you think you are, but Greg showed up for work when he was detoxing from a crystal meth addiction so he could be clean by the time his baby was born, sick as shit, still showed up because he was that concerned about us. So shut up before you run off one of the best things to happen to this shithole. As well I might mention that we’re the foster kid store, everyone passes us around and no one wants us, so go ahead and try and ‘change’ things because you’ll be gone in three months, it’s always the AGM’s who go first, always. We’re survivors, we band together and make this place run without managers because we can never depend on them, so go ahead and try and lay down the law and set up some new rules because we’re going to keep doing what we’re doing because it works and you newbies never stay. I will watch out for my people so keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak to about them!”