While not an ignoble profession, bartending doesn't offer a ton of room for upward mobility, as that's sort of where the snifters have to hang. From a tender who took the one logical next step and just opened his own: The Black Cat
Now open from a career drink-pourer who spent the last decade mixing them at the Turf Club and playing in a band called "Bartender's Bible", the Cat's a no-frills, black booth'd, birch-bar'd City Heights joint dolling out drinks and good times in Nancy's former space, as she was quite easily overpowered. Because he can only engage in so many frank advice-laden bartender convos at once, additional entertainment will come via a live music stage, dual pool tables, a Corvette pinball machine (soon to be replaced by one based on The Shadow), and a pre-'85 stocked jukebox with "no indie rock", presumably because it's next to the pinball machine, and they can't risk an Arcade Fire. The booze is similarly straight-up, with eight taps (from standards to Magner's) and eight TBD craft bottles, plus a full bar serving up classics from Singapore Slings, to all manner of Martinis, to nothing at all with Red Bull, by rule, to ensure things don't "get a little agro", making the bar's goal directly opposite that of the contestants on GUTS
And should the liquid diet not suffice, fatty, they've partnered with a Tijuana street taco cart which'll be posted up outside every night, ensuring that despite your profession, your mobility will also be extremely limited.