11 Awesome Things About Being a Bouncer
Sometimes you just feel the need to punch somebody. And if you follow that impulse, there's a job that let's you live your fantasy. But boxing involves a lot of training, dieting and overall effort. Skip all that; grab a clipboard and become a bouncer.
Besides punching people, here are some of the benefits of standing at the door:
1. Condoned Violence
Fights break out a lot less than you'd think, but when they do, the adrenaline rush is usually worth the wait. Sure it can be scary, bloody and dangerous. But I wasn't getting paid for my good looks. Bars paid me a lot of money to do a job and solve problems. And, yes, violence does solve everything. You just have to use enough of it.
2. Chicks Love You

One thing's for sure: it's not the beard.I'll tell you what, kc the bouncer pulled a lot more tail than Casey Freeman, associate editor for a semi-respected magazine. Women aren't attracted to NFL players, military dudes and ninjas because of their stunning personalities, alligator polos and 401K plans. It's the danger. The bad boy. The ne'er-do-well who knows how to take a punch and kick an ass.
3. Booze on the Job
First off, let me say that drinking at work is very irresponsible. But, if I wanted to be responsible I'd wear a tie and show up to the office at 8 a.m., not stroll into work at 9 p.m. wearing a t-shirt and my roommate's pants. Most bars attempt to enforce no alcohol policies, but honestly it's like your neighbor who leaves a plate of candy on their doorstep on Halloween. Nobody listens. Drinking while on the clock is beautiful. It made me impervious to pain, weather and boredom. My old boss is a blubbering ninny while sober, but after a few beers, 10 shots of Wild Turkey and a pick-me-up Red Bull vodka he transformed into a completely competent employee—even though he slurs and likes to head butt people.
4. Down-Low Dough
Walt Whitman protested the Civil War by writing "Leaves of Grass." I protested everything by getting paid under the table. This works extra-awesome if you're getting unemployment benefits too.
5. Envious Cops
The thing about the police is that they hate drunks, assholes and people in general—probably more than the rest of the population does. Some law enforcement officials enjoy living vicariously through bouncers, because your average meathead doesn't need any sensitivity training, just how to make shitbags feel pain. Besides not getting a gun, a badge or a nightstick, being a bouncer is all of the cool shit about being a cop without all the paperwork.
6. Other Bouncers
For every few knuckle-dragging monkeybrains working the front door there is one Patrick Swayze-esque dude from Road House. Sure he beats the shit out of people for fun and money, but that's just until he's finished his philosophy thesis. Most of these dudes can either beat your ass or make you laugh your ass off. You get to decide.
7. Cool Nicknames
Any time you put a group of guys filled with alcohol and testosterone together, you end up with hazing, secret handshakes and other awesome stuff like nicknames. Every frat, sports team or club worth its salt has them. In my days as a doorman I was KZ (Indians can't pronounce my name), The Demon, Straps, Fruity Pop, New Guy, Dumbass, Retard and so on. I also know a Bones, Thunder, Nibbles, Golddust, Gump, Vicious, Malicious, Nutritious and Fergilicious. (I'm Delicious.)
8. After Parties
When you're a banker, your friends are other bankers, geeks and dorks. But when you bounce, your friends are bartenders, hot-assed waitresses, strippers, drunks, party promoters and stupid drunk chicks. You always know cool stuff for after work.
9. Ridiculing Patrons
Most people deserve a punch in the face, or at least to be the butt of a punchline. Being a door guy means you can rip on every dipstick who walks into your establishment. If a guy is overweight, call him "Tubby." You can make fun a woman's height, clothes, perfume, skankiness, etc. The sky is the limit. Downsizing a man's ego after you kick him out of your bar is also pretty awesome.
10. Limitless Authority
If you make a wrong move, bouncers get to expand their authority as much as they want. Hell, I've thrown out my own bar's owner before. Many bouncers are thumbsucking losers, but so are you. Bouncers hear the same jokes every night: "This is a fake ID. Haha." "Throw my friend out, he's drunk." "How many years of college did you go to for this job?" A lot of people get off on power trips, but a lot more get on your nerves. When I didn't like somebody, I made sure he knew it by letting him wait as long as I felt (or by punching him as hard as I could). A group of gum-snapping skanks can go right to the end of the line. See if I care. If you want to complain, I'm in charge. You want to come in, deal with me.
11. Movies on Mondays
Step into a bar on a Wednesday night, that's when the real drinkers are out. Fridays and Saturdays are for bridge and tunnel trash. Plus, movies are less crowded. I liked that.
Here are some of the crappier things about door life:
Hot Chicks with Douchebags - One of the hardest things about the job is watching a spiky-collared, popped-haired rich kid leave with a totally hot skank. It's depressing. I mean, ideally and logically, every hot skank would line up at your door and only bang you. Am I right?
Losing Fights - Beating the crap out of somebody is awesome. But getting your own ass kicked sucks. I've been stomped for so long, if I wasn't covering my face, I'd be checking my watch. Even when you win, you sometimes lose. Dental work is expensive.
Getting Old - My knee "Old Clicky" will never be the same. My hands are arthritic from standing in the cold, punching people, cracking knuckles and washing glasses.
Crappy Schedule - Got a hot date? You better hope she wants to visit you at the bar. Now you're working weekends. Every weekend and holiday.
Being Stupid - I'm not stupid, but I'm sure it sucks.
No Job Security - Most bar managers and owners are drunks. They don't mind firing you at the drop of a hat. Or letting their bars fold.
Hate - Hate tastes just like blood, Redman and gunpowder. You have to swallow it while watching the scum of the earth enter your bar. Working with drunks makes you really jaded. I managed to avoid it though. Can't you tell?













25 Comments
what about not having to shower. you can smell the 50 year old biker bouncer a mile away and from what i can tell no one messes with him because its hard to complain, bitch or fight when you can't breath.
Plus all the blowjobs you get from the under 21 hotties who want to be let in with their sister's IDs.
DON'T SAY IT DOESN'T HAPPEN.
ahhh the good old days... yes it does happen
Other things that are cool you forgot are getting free/cheap drinks at all the other bars in town, and yes copping feels on chicks who are not yet "of age." Crappy things you forgot are people pooping in alleys when you are trying to take out the trash, then realizing that you totally let that guy in the bar like 20 minutes ago. Pushing people down who are on crutches is just icing on the cake (that is so KC knows who this is). Kisses.
Uh oh, BUSTED. (score one for the pun)
So you're okay with people who shit in alleys but not okay with dudes on crutches?
Stay classy kc...stay classy.
Speaking of Hot Chicks with Douchebags, ever read that?
To be fair to KC,
I was the one who was not cool with people on crutches, my only regret is that the pile of human feces was no longer in the alley when the crutches guy was mouthing off. He would have definitely found himself in said pile.
I remember the guy taking a dump (my first night on the job!), but I don't remember a guy on crutches. I remember rolling a kid when I was on crutches. I just got to the stairs and called for somebody else. It was kind of funny.
Joe, there was supposed to be a hotchickswithdouchebags.com link in the story. I try not to read it because it depresses me. It's funny though.
Thanks!
Can I say you are a complete imbecile? I would say that sums it up. Alot of you douchebag bouncers are scum like yourself. I am ex-military and am currently a bouncer at a local bar while going back to school. I also happen to be a gentleman. If this is indeed satire, bravo. If not, you are one sick son of a bitch.
Anony,
Granted, you probably stumbled upon this site while looking for spandex tights for your nights as a go-go dancer in FancyTown and will never return to this site because your mom still pays for your internet, but yes, from time to time I was a douchebag bouncer. Or I could be a gentlemanly doorman. It depends on the patron. If you don't feel that way, you're working in pussy bars or haven't manned the door long enough. But yes, I'm a sick son of a bitch, scum and a douchebag but not an imbecile. Even if you didn't find this satire in column form funny -- look to your upper left: Points In Case: College Humor, Funny Quotes, Comedy Articles.
Hey Anonymous-
Totally respect your military service. Wanted to get that out of the way.
You're also an idiot. You been reading the site long? You know how big kc really is?
Next time you insult someone, have the moxie to not hide behind an anonymous profile on the internet.
"You know how big KC really is?"
Omigod.....did you really just say that?
Wow. I always knew that Americans were, for the most part, the mentally deficient by-product of a sociological experiment that went horribly wrong; and that 'college' guys were pretty much the inanest of the inane.....but seriously....you guys really have plumbed new depths of ineptitude.
Sure, your man KC does have a natural, inherent talent for being able to string together a sentence or two in a slightly less disappointing fashion that some of his equally inbred counterparts; but he's still a total fucking idiot. His abjectly predictable, tired, trite and über-clichéd rhetoric - aimed at those tedious, stereotypical, unfunny, frat-twats who like anything that glorifies tragic behaviour and playground-esque mentality - reeks of the inner smart alec and merely substantiates my already incredibly low opinion of all y'all over there on that side of the pond.
Thank fuck for the Atlantic ocean is all I can say. Cause if we were any closer to your savant masses, I swear I'd take up arms myself..... that is, if we too had stupidly lax gun laws that allow anyone with a pulse to go all Columbine/Koresh whenever we were having an off day.... but then, we're not that stupid.
No wonder you were a fucking doorman.
Dear Rebecca,
I'm so glad that you could grace our inferior people with your infinitely superior presence. Your astounding use of multisyllable words and complex sentence structure has completely confounded our feeble minds. Clearly, you have received a better education than us inbreds thereby resulting in your greater appreciation for a higher level of humor and your lack of appreciation for that of the plebian class.
When you find the time in your, I'm assuming, very busy, important schedule, I hope you will consider learning a difficult technique delicately described as the removal of a long, most often cylindrical, rod intimately interacting with an orifice located in your posterior. (For the record, Americans too, can find an appreciation for big words, although we usually choose not to use them in colloquial speech.)
Now for the time being, my advice to you is a) if you don't like college humor, don't read it and b) take your nose out of the air and find an appreciation for life. The simple things, as well as the complex, are funny. Also remember, when it comes to humor, simple and complex are not clearly defined.
I mean this in all sincerest honesty good luck with life; laughing often and at a variety of things (stupid or not) makes it more enjoyable.
Sincerely,
Nataline Meinhardt
Natalie- I want to marry you and have you bear my children. I would worship you like the goddess you are.
Rebecca- (this space intentionally left blank)
Now lay off Rebecca everybody. She's probably just mad David Beckham left the UK for the US. Or because the Brits aren't as recognized in monster truck racing, reality TV and professional wrestling. Or that I was born in the lower middle class and actually had to work menial jobs to put myself through school and life. But thanks to one and all for reading, commenting, hating or supporting my stuff. You're all the best!
I like to hand out pain to those who insist. I've been a bouncer for a long time and beating someone's ass is almost as rewarding as the shit paycheck!!!!!!
When i was in college, one of my favorite bars had this biggest, meanest, most vicious looking bouncer i had ever seen. He used to intimidate the shit out of us (bankers, geeks and dorks): we'd save the cigarette butts and throw them in the trash can, instead of just throwing them on the ground like we normally have done, we'd choose our words very carefully around him, and when we are completely smashed, a cold-as-fuck stare from him would pretty much sober us up. That man was a monster, he probably could have kicked kimble slice's ass any given night. One night, i was hanging out with a couple of my slightly geekier friends, and the topic somehow settled on World of Warcraft, the bouncer suddenly screamed like a little girl "OMG, I PLAY WOW TOO, WHAT SERVER DO YOU GUYS PLAY ON???!?" Later on, we learned that not only he was an dedicated raider, but also a table top D&D enthusiast...
Moral of the story is.
Hahaha. This is an amazing article, and it pretty much covers every point my friends and I were talking about the perks of being a bouncer. I definitely need to show them this one.
Anon's story about the WoW playing bouncer was just as funny. I got a kick out of that one.
KC,
Just wanted to say props to on this article...Worked for about a summer (those who work in a bar know that 4 months as a bouncer is more than enough time to fuck up and lose your job) I on the other hand was not the biggest or baddest bouncer out there (5 10, 165 on a heavy day, but had/still have the balls of a matador to compensate) Thought it would be funny to include the perks I enjoyed:
No paperwork= they had no idea I was 18 at the time....booze was great...proof once more that Uncle Sam is just another Uncle who gets drunk and looks the other way.
Drunkanese= the secret language that is so secret only people who can learn it are those working all night amidst a sea of fluent drunken inbreds...people are indeed bilingual in nature, they just have no fucking clue that they speak it
and my last point of the day
Fuck that Rebecca bitch :)
Natalie you seems to be a fine young sophistacted woman, you go girl.
There seems to be several myths involving the life of a "bouncer". I have lived life as a knucklehead bouncer for 19 years across several states and state laws. We (the bouncers) do not eat babies,kick strollers, punch old ladies.. You're OK with US when someone grabs your ass, steals your purse, takes your drink, wont leave you alone.. Think about this before you run your Fucking mouth about "bouncers" only care about beating people up.... It wouldn't take too much for any of us to fuck someone up but we do this job for respect and to protect YOU...and maybe get a little pussy....I'm just being honest
Too true Big Jay. Most of the bouncing life is the most Godawfully boring snoozefest in history. Then there's that really interesting five minutes...
You guys are all fucking idiots. I'll probably never come to this link again, but I know you morons will respond to this.
Oh Casey, allow me... Dear Mr. anonymous, I am not sure what level of education (if any) you may have achieved in your short ignorant life on this planet but I can only speak for myself. Associates & Bachelor's Degree from Devry in Computer Aided Drafting with continued education at Arizona State University B.S. in Architecture.. All this after my tours in Desert Shield/Storm in the USMC... We are not all Neanderthals looking to bash someone.. This job is not for the faint of heart, we do this because at that critical moment we have to work magic to break up a brawl of 20 guys or stop a guy who wants to introduce you to his beer bottle... with that all aside, the market is flooded with "Bouncers", those juiced up (steroid users) willing and waiting to kick the shit out of unsuspecting patrons for no reason at all but to make themselves feel more masculine. Some Bouncers are peace loving and do not condone violence in any way and would rather talk the situation through no matter what....Now I want you to think about these two options the next time you act like a fucking moron in a Bar... "Who is going to kick me out, Tank Abbott or Ghandi?" Good Luck my little Appletini drinking friend.
Casey, have fun brother
Big Jay,
Thanks for the kind words. I appreciate them as I do your service. And you're correct, for the most part, most of the bouncers I've known are completely nonviolent people. But, like anybody, push their buttons long enough and somebody is going to learn that they didn't get hired because of their good looks.
Thanks for reading!
kc
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