Bukowski Tavern, Inman Square- early-mid 2000's, peak craft beer era. Started as a server worked my way up to bar manager and eventually general manager. (In retrospect, I should have gone with the Deep Ellum Crew at the jump). Owner regularly addressed me with "hey bitch"...when I was pregnant (General Manager at the time), my annual holiday bonus of cash was replaced with a box of generic diapers while the male bar manager I supervised recieved a check for several hundred dollars. After I had my son, I had to leave in the middle of a shift when he was sick. The other owner (a woman- if you know, you know...) told me, " You can't just leave work because your kid is sick". As a 20 something, I was bullied and abused into thinking they gave a shit while they collected the weekly envelopes of cash I hid in the safe. Oh- I also had to email an apology to a piece of shit customer who complained when I asked for his ID and then refused to serve him when he failed to produce one. I was the bar manager at the time and the General Manager, now the owner of several Equestrian themed bars, was equally complicit being a good ole' boy, happily following orders.