What a week! I thought as I sat at the end of the bar. The dimly lit bar was thinning out as people were shuffling in and out at the end of happy hour. The bar stretched the length of the wall with additional seating along the opposite wall. All I wanted to do was grab a glass of bourbon and forget the week I had just endured. My job is not stressful. In fact, the job requires little thought. I stand there, pulling cards...