I missed my calling

When my stepfather was alive, I wanted to tend bar at his little saloon. He didn't like the idea of the local drunks harassing me. I brought it up often, and the conversation would go something like this:

Me: Mom said you're looking for a bartender.

Chuck: Yes, but you're not doing it.

Me: But-

Chuck: No

Me: But it would be good exper-

Chuck: No

Me: But why-

Chuck: No

Me: I just don't under-

Chuck: No

Me: But then I wouldn't have to-

Chuck: No

Me: Fine

Now, his son owns the bar, and his cousins run it. Cousin Desiree is going over to meet with them tonight about being the new bartender. I hope she gets the job, but I have to admit, I'm a little jealous.