<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511476319820080236</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 22:49:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Famous Martini - The most fun a cocktail site can be! Welcome to the virtual hotspot</title><description>Drink recipes,the best jokes,cocktail related articles,wine education,holiday cocktails, bartending resources,free bartending school ebook, bar products,bartender for hire,as well as a secret confessions forum.Buy Alcohol online here from all over the world. 
Stop in to say hi.</description><link>http://confessionsofafemalebartender.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Famous Martini)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511476319820080236.post-4175728444855033084</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T20:24:27.328-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jokes</category><title>Perfect Frank Feldman</title><description>A man walks out to the street and manages to get a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the Cabbie says, 'Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.'&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Who?'&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: ' Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time.  Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.'&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis.  He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and   you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.'&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Sounds like he was something really special.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'There's more... He had a memory like a computer. Could remember everybody's birthday. He  knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do  everything right.'&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Wow, some guy then.'&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid Traffic jams. Not like me, I   always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good.  He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong;  and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too - He was the perfect  man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure  up to Frank Feldman'&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?'&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met Frank. He died.  I married his f*@%in widow!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Have a Shameless Secret?  Skeletons in the closet? Let those bastards out here....

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This must be a real classy town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FAVORITE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-3qQ067EFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Ixe2UFzDExg/s1600-h/megafucks6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-3qQ067EFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Ixe2UFzDExg/s320/megafucks6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183056320977899602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Megafucks........what kind of video store are they trying to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-3q9k67EGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/GJpPt7SCsYg/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-3q9k67EGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/GJpPt7SCsYg/s320/wrong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183057089777045602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAVE AN AMAZING WEEKEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt; amzn_cl_tag="confessions02e-20";&lt;br /&gt; amzn_cl_link_color="E900FF";&lt;br /&gt; amzn_cl_show_buy_btn=0;&lt;br /&gt; amzn_cl_max_links=20; amzn_cl_link_target=0; amzn_cl_link_style=1;&lt;br /&gt; amzn_cl_preview=0;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="width: 90%;" class="nobullet"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/famousmartini" title="Syndicate this site using RSS"&gt;&lt;img alt="Subscribe via RSS!" width="80" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AncOBet8Dn8/R-SzNsahV-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/TsU-v2ezqnE/S1600-R/rss.gif" height="107" title="Subscribe via RSS!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Have a Shameless Secret?  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If you would like a copy emailed to you, send me a message at famousmartini@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-tY5E67D_I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5SLTaF3eqfs/s1600-h/Chapter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-tY5E67D_I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5SLTaF3eqfs/s320/Chapter+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182333533816557554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;This part is very easy, and is not as scary as it may seem, especially if you have never created a resume. A resume is simply a piece of paper that details a personal summary of your professional history and qualifications. It includes information about your career goals, education, work experience, skills, contact information, and objectives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest and fastest way to build a resume is by going to:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.howtowritearesume.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.howtowritearesume.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register for a FREE account, and use the FREE Resume Builder. It is very simple, and will take you through each category – step by step. You can even choose your own layout. A child can do it! Save a copy to your computer, print one out, and save a copy to disk.   Done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Don't Lie. Just be honest. Even if you have no experience, we all have to start somewhere. Add a section that briefly explains what your strengths are, what you have to offer, and what future goals you have planned.&lt;br /&gt;2.Make sure you have spelled correctly. Use a spell checker to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;3.Whatever special talents or skills you may have, always include them on your resume. &lt;br /&gt;4.To broaden your vocabulary, and make your resume stand out with intelligent word choices by using a Thesaurus. A Thesaurus is a dictionary of similar/alike words. To access the free online reference, go to:  http://thesaurus.reference.com/&lt;br /&gt;5.Another impressive tactic: Research the company/place you want to work at. Include a cover letter addressed directly to the Owner/General Manager. Tell him/her why you would be so honored to work there, what you have to offer, and throw in the background you know/have learned about the place. 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No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak &amp; fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hi9k67DdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z3N3-1lKxRk/s1600-h/2sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hi9k67DdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z3N3-1lKxRk/s320/2sh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179670593963494866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HfB067DXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/O9zh83AGHnY/s1600-h/2Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HfB067DXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/O9zh83AGHnY/s320/2Stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179666268931427698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only&lt;br /&gt;increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM, Waffle House excursion. There is some definite&lt;br /&gt;havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HjZk67DeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oHbW-BbShV4/s1600-h/3sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HjZk67DeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oHbW-BbShV4/s320/3sh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179671074999832034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HfP067DYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Su7K_52qtTg/s1600-h/3Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-HfP067DYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Su7K_52qtTg/s320/3Stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179666509449596290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the&lt;br /&gt;flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke --- yet you haven't peed once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hj6067DfI/AAAAAAAAAic/KGOIUXLGHj0/s1600-h/4sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hj6067DfI/AAAAAAAAAic/KGOIUXLGHj0/s320/4sh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179671646230482418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hfak67DZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/fDKWacpC6tg/s1600-h/4Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hfak67DZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/fDKWacpC6tg/s320/4Stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179666694133190034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice&lt;br /&gt;clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big red vein,&lt;br /&gt;and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hkkk67DgI/AAAAAAAAAik/R0n0kyYTioA/s1600-h/5sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hkkk67DgI/AAAAAAAAAik/R0n0kyYTioA/s320/5sh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179672363490020866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hfj067DaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AnNZ_WD_4d4/s1600-h/5Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R-Hfj067DaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AnNZ_WD_4d4/s320/5Stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179666853046980002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to&lt;br /&gt;defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your butt. 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Need To Pray At Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever thought about poisoning, choking, punching, or slapping someone you work with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Need To Pray At Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you avoid saying more than hello or how are you to someone because you know that it is going to lead to their whole F%$#&amp;@! Life story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Need To Pray At Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Replaced all the words that have been bleeped out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You DEFINITELY Need To Pray At Work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R9jsVIJKobI/AAAAAAAAAdc/AGFtCiIa7qY/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/R9jsVIJKobI/AAAAAAAAAdc/AGFtCiIa7qY/s320/pray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177147619369722290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Author Unknown. I received this in an email. 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Mica, the bartender, tells him, "You'll not be drinking  &lt;br /&gt; any more tonight, Paddy."  Paddy replies, "OK, Mick. I'll be on my  &lt;br /&gt; way then." Paddy  spins around on his stool and steps off. &lt;br /&gt;He falls flat  on his face. "What the...." he pulls himself   &lt;br /&gt; up by the stool and dusts himself off.  He takes a step towards  &lt;br /&gt; the door and falls flat on his  face again. "Damn!" he says.  He  &lt;br /&gt; looks to the doorway and thinks that if he can just  get to the  &lt;br /&gt; door and get some fresh air, he'll be fine.  He belly crawls to the  &lt;br /&gt; door and shimmies up the door frame. He sticks his head outside  &lt;br /&gt; and takes a deep  breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes  &lt;br /&gt; a  step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face.   &lt;br /&gt; "BiJesus... I'm soused," he says.  He can see his house just a  &lt;br /&gt; few doors down, and  decides to try for it. He crawls down the  &lt;br /&gt; street and  shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and looks   &lt;br /&gt; inside He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No  flippin &lt;br /&gt; way."  But he somehow crawls up the stairs to his bedroom  door  &lt;br /&gt; and thinks, "I think I can make it to the bed."  He takes a step  &lt;br /&gt; into the room and falls flat on his  face again. He says, "This is  &lt;br /&gt; hell! I gotta stop  drinking!" He manages to crawl to the bed and  &lt;br /&gt; fall  in.  &lt;br /&gt; The next morning, his wife comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night?"  Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was totally pissfaced! 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In my opinion, bartending is the easiest and quickest way to make $100-$400 per day. Bartending is the highest paying gig in the food industry, it easily works around busy school or multiple job schedules, as well anyone can do it, no matter what your education background (Unless you are an alcoholic, in that case I do not suggest bartending for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top ten topics that will be covered in the Famous Martini Bartending EBook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    You do NOT have to go to some expensive bartending school. I never paid a dime to go to a bartending school, and every person I work with will verify that my skills, sales &amp; Tips are well above any other bartender I work with. I will teach you everything I know in this EBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Listed are all of the cocktail recipes that are ordered 90% of the time, and how to make them. What the proper tools are for Bartenders and where to get the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Which is the best Cocktail recipe book and which ones suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   My secret tips &amp; tricks: How to make sure to keep your customers happy, coming back for more, and building up a good group of regular customers. Herbs that enhance the flavors of drinks, and garnishes that make them say WOW!And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   How to make huge tips! I average between 30% - 70% in tips (from my total sales)&lt;br /&gt;consistently - and I will show you how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why to always be honest, maintain good values, and NEVER give away alcohol for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The basics of wine - how to recommend wine, even if you don't like it or have no clue about types of wine. The basics of alcohol &amp; beer as well is included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  How to be instantly liked by everyone, coworkers and customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  How to land the job you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 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That gives me 4 days off every week to work on my future/dreams/education/family, and enough money to survive at this moment in my life. Not to mention the people that I meet. The memories and experiences I have shared are priceless, and for that reason alone, if I could do it all over again, I would not change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest-I never planned on being a Bartender. It happened out of desperation. I was a certified home inspector for the government for going on 9 years, making around $70k per year....not too bad for a single female in her 20's. The Real Estate market changed, and along with everyone else in the company, I was suddenly laid off. For the next year, I struggled trying to find a career that came somewhere close to the same money I was making. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I still have yet to find that career. I started serving at a restaurant as a last resort. While barely scraping by, I noticed that the bar in the place was usually busy, and started begging the Manager to make me a bartender. Finally, a spot opened up, and I was in.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I would always suck at it. I mean, I don't even drink! Customers would ask for a shot of Wild Turkey, and I would ask them what type of alcohol it was, so that I could find the bottle. Once after breaking the cork off into a bottle of wine, the customer helped out, and gave me instructions about the importance of proper wine opening. I knew that I was a fraud, and it was only a matter of time before I was exposed. &lt;br /&gt;So I did what any normal person would do under the circumstances: I faked it till I made it. I stopped asking my customers the questions they should be asking me, and went on a mission to become better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, two years later, and if you(or someone you know)have been thinking about bartending, let me save you from hundreds of frustrating hours by giving some valuable advice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your money on one of those lengthy, expensive bartending schools. Not necessary. The Famous Martini Bartending Ebook is almost here - and is all you need - at a laughable price of under $20.   In reality, it is worth 100X more! Highly recommended. &lt;br /&gt;Second, no matter how good you think you are, remember that there are thousands of recipes, and having a great cocktail recipe book is a MUST. I personally own 8 different drink recipe books, and I only use 2 of them. Honestly, the other 6 suck! I was sold on the fancy name of the book or the catchy cover, but the content of each one is a complete waste of the paper they were written on. I will examples of each- my favorite book and my least favorite, and what to look for when buying your own recipe book. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite recipe book overall is the&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1891267752?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=confessions02e-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1891267752"&gt;Bartender's Black Book, 7th Edition: 2,700 New and Classic Recipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=confessions02e-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1891267752" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;Bartender's Black Book,by Stephen Kittredge Cunningham. It has 2,800 recipes, more than any other book I have found, and they are accurate. It is user friendly, and it is easy to find a recipe quickly. What I did to make it easier for me, is I went through the book and highlighted all of the recipes I can make at my bar. If there are any ingredients that I do not have, but I have a similar substitute, I crossed out the unavailable ingredient and wrote the substitute down in its place. So, when asked to make a crazy drink, like &lt;a href="http://www.barnonedrinks.com/recipes/cocktails/l/longslowcomfortablescrewupagainstacoldhardwallwithakiss.html?search=1"&gt;a long, slow, comfortable screw up against a cold hard wall with a kiss&lt;/a&gt;, I can quickly look up the recipe, and if it is not highlighted, I automatically know that I cannot make it. And if it is highlighted, jackpot! (Trust me, this small extra step will pay off endlessly later.)&lt;br /&gt;Another great book for a beginner bartender, or as a home bar book is&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0061092207?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=confessions02e-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0061092207"&gt;The Bartender's Bible: 1001 Mixed Drinks and Everything You Need to Know to Set Up Your Bar by Gary Regan.&lt;/a&gt; One I personally do not care for, but was sold on the name, is The Bartender's Best Friend: A Complete Guide to Cocktails, Martinis, and Mixed Drinks &lt;br /&gt;by Mardee Regan. The reasons this one ranks low on my list is because 3 out 4 times I look for a recipe, it is not in that book, and if it is, it is a completely different version of the recipe I am looking for. Like, the recipe for a red headed slut in this book is nowhere close to what the actual recipe is. There are many other books that I believe are so much more useful, that this one is a waste of money. On a tight budget? You can look up free drink recipes all day long here at Famous Martini.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now you know the best(and cheapest) program to get the knowledge, you know which recipe books are necessary, now getting a job? &lt;br /&gt;The Famous Martini Bartending Ebook covers writing a resume and landing a job, however I will add in my opinions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to be 21. this is important to know. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Start out at a restaurant/club, and wait for the chance to move to Bartender. This will be a good chance to show that you are worthy. Go above and beyond the call of duty. If you go to work just to collect a paycheck, and judge people by giving them service based on what you think they will tip, You will never prosper in the service industry and need to consider a different career path. &lt;br /&gt;3. When out applying for a job, dress appropriately, business attire, and always ask to speak with a manager. I cannot tell you how many rif-rafs I have seen that do not have a clue, floating in looking for a job. Women with more cleavage showing than a stripper, or men dressed in jeans and a wifebeater - show up more often then not. One guy applied for bartending on his application, and then sat up at the bar and had a beer. My advice is do not ever do this. I was hired at the second place I applied, with no prior restaurant experience, and I believe it was my attitude of professionalism that landed me the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/RudXTk-czdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h6gcCZuOi4o/s1600-h/job+interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/RudXTk-czdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h6gcCZuOi4o/s320/job+interview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109148296129859026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE: Not an appropriate look for job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not give up. Be persistent. &lt;a href="http://www.nobscot.com/survey/voluntary_turnover_by_industry2_0806.jpg"&gt;The accomodation &amp; food service industry has the highest employee turnover rate, &lt;/a&gt; and these establishments are constantly looking for employees. 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This drink would be most appropriate as an after dinner cocktail among close friends. It is a high maintenance martini, so I do not suggest it for a large party, unless you have a bartender on duty that is prepared for the job. This recipe is more than just a martini - it is a decadent masterpiece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;underline;"&gt;COFFEE DREAM MARTINI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbuck's Coffee Liqueur&lt;br /&gt;Contreau&lt;br /&gt;White Creme De Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;Cold Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Bacardi 151 Rum&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Powder&lt;br /&gt;Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Equipment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 oz Martini Glasses&lt;br /&gt;Shaker/Strainer&lt;br /&gt;Long Lighter&lt;br /&gt;Jigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coat Martini Rim with Sugar (Dip Rim in lime juice to get the sugar to stick to the glass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. pour 1oz Bacardi 151 Rum into martini glass. Using a long lighter, light the rum on fire*. Swirl the fire around the glass until all the sugar is carmelized. Blow the fire out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a shaker filled with ice, add 3/4 oz Starbuck's Coffee Liqueur, 3/4 oz Contreau, 3/4 oz Light Creme De Cocoa, and 2 oz Cold Coffee. Shake for 30 seconds; Strain into Martini glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have also prepared on the side: 2 oz Heavy Cream, 1 Teaspoon Sugar, 3/4 oz Kahlua, and 3/4 oz Light Creme De Cocoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour cream mixture into the center of the drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sprinkle Cinnamon &amp; Nutmeg into center of drink. Using a Toothpick, make a small circle, and then pull the toothpick down through the middle of the circle, to form a heart. Sprinkle drink with Cocoa Powder. Ta Da! 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These positions include such noble offices as President of the United States, Chief Executive Officer of General Electric, Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court and, in a slightly more modest way, head barman at the Hemingway Bar in the Hotel Ritz in Paris. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8RViDKbXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pNBKn9Wg7oE/s1600-h/travel_feat_ritz1_240x158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8RViDKbXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pNBKn9Wg7oE/s320/travel_feat_ritz1_240x158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093308765194317170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more famous bar in the world than the Ritz. It has been celebrated by many of the 20th century's greatest authors, including Ernest Hemingway, of course, and F. Scott Fitzgerald, and is patronized today by an international smattering of diplomats, bankers, fashion models, playboys and tycoons. One will always be welcomed there with cordiality and respect by head barman Colin Field, who will then proceed to make the best cocktail (and probably the most expensive one) you ever had in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Colin particularly likes is a challenge. If you tell him what sort of a mood you're in, he will then match a drink to suit it. He takes particular pride in his more elaborate concoctions and makes many of his own ingredients. One of his most treasured possessions is the massive, battered, leather-bound book of recipes that has been passed down by generations of Ritz barmen, and Colin can make every single one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he would be happy to serve one up, ordering a drink as prosaic as a scotch and soda from Colin is like going to the Tour d'Argent for a cheeseburger. "One night," he says, "there was a group of young people in here for a birthday party. The father of the young man whose birthday it was is a very good customer, and he came in the day before and said, 'Colin, the party is on me. Take care of them.' Well, naturally, I'd take care of them anyway, but it was getting quite late and they all wanted a drink made with a coconut liqueur that isn't sold in France. So, what I did was go down to the Ritz's kitchens and find some coconuts, a saucepan and one or two other ingredients and made my own coconut liqueur. Then I came back upstairs and made the drinks, and they said it was the best they'd ever had. I rather enjoyed that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8ReiDKbYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bfBy9b421lQ/s1600-h/travel_feat_ritz2_230x152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8ReiDKbYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bfBy9b421lQ/s320/travel_feat_ritz2_230x152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093308919813139842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Colin doing what he does best at the Hemingway Bar in the Ritz.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Hemingway Bar, located on the Rue Cambon side of the hotel, is a beautiful room, but surprisingly small; one would think that with all its famous ghosts it would be larger, but its size gives it the intimacy of a first-class saloon on a transatlantic liner. Colin is particularly skilled at introducing his guests to one another, and by the end of most nights the entire bar will be sharing jokes and stories well past closing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Colin took over the bar, he had already earned a reputation as one of the best bartenders in Paris, but he knew the Ritz was something special. "Being bartender at the Ritz is the greatest honor there is in my profession," says Colin, an expatriate Englishman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No other bar has the same reputation or history. It is something I take very, very seriously. Every morning when I wake up, I read newspapers from France, England, Germany and the United States so that if one of my customers wants to discuss current events or the stock market, I know what I'm talking about." For the same reason, he also reads books about such diverse subjects as antique cars, furniture, art, yachting and history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it shows. Among his other talents, Colin is one of the best raconteurs in Paris--in several languages. During the slower dinner hours, Colin keeps up a running commentary that can range from bullfighting to junk bonds. He has a natural charisma that fuels his passion for his job, but he can quickly blend into the background when he feels it's appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people like to talk with a bartender," he says. "Some don't. My job here is to be the host, the showman, the life of the party." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ritzparis.com/home_ritz/home_ritz.asp?show_all=1"&gt;Hemingway Bar, Hotel Ritz, 15 Place Vendôme, Paris. Tel. (33-1) 43 16 30 30. Hours: Tuesday to Saturday, 6 P.M. to 2 A.M. 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He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8KBSDKbTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5hlh_9TlLfA/s1600-h/dollarsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8KBSDKbTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5hlh_9TlLfA/s320/dollarsign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093300720720571698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first does a total make over. She goes to a fancy beauty salon gets her hair done, new make up and buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was impressed. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8GnCDKbOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4E7NnkIFNuU/s1600-h/bride1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8GnCDKbOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4E7NnkIFNuU/s320/bride1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093296971214122210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man is impressed. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8GwiDKbPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Dr94ojm3io/s1600-h/bride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8GwiDKbPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Dr94ojm3io/s320/bride2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093297134422879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the man was impressed.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8G4yDKbQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dv3eOxW5cHw/s1600-h/bride3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8G4yDKbQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dv3eOxW5cHw/s320/bride3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093297276156800258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he married the one with the biggest boobs.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8H5CDKbRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7NEcyCc_C7E/s1600-h/biggestboobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8H5CDKbRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7NEcyCc_C7E/s320/biggestboobs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093298379963395346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like that, you know.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8LGyDKbUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Z3AE_5RFNQ/s1600-h/dickhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HImR7Unnza4/Rq8LGyDKbUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Z3AE_5RFNQ/s320/dickhead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093301914721480002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on&lt;br /&gt; Alzheimer's research. 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