In addition to my usual Barback/Busser/Bartender/Server duties at work, I am also expected to be the DJ. This isn't a "task" per se, more like a perk, and also...REVENGE. I'll explain.
The club I used to work at, when I was a Doorman, contained a sound system much, much too powerful for it's space. Those fucking speakers raped my ears for a year straight, often times with amazing, world class DJ's, and other times with utter, complete shit that wouldn't be welcome at an underground Rave in Dayton, Ohio.
So - when the owners of that club closed that place down, and opened up the bar I work at now, they simply brought over the same sound system. The new space is easily 3 times the size if not more, and the speakers/sub fill the room with no problem. And since the floors are concrete, the walls exposed brick and the ceiling 2 stories tall, the reverb is best described as LIKE WHAT.
This is where I come in. The employees on duty are expected to fill the air with out own music - we can play whatever we want. Really. I simply plug in my iPhone and either play shit off my stored music, or off Last FM or Pandora.
Great example of how fun this can be; last night a bunch of dudes were compelled to order a boot of Bitburger. Being the cheesy (though harmless) frat boys they were, the Bartender shouted over to me, and said:
Bartender: "Hey J! But on some Boot drinking music!"
Me: [stocking beer] "Like what?"
Bartender: "I dunno, something German!"
Me: [confused] "What, like Kraftwerk? David Hasselhoff? Polka?"
Bartender: [throws a coaster at me] "Come on!"
Me: [thinking...] "Oh, I totally fucking got it!"
And I put on Guns N Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" at about a MILLION DECIBELS, just to be sarcastic, and yet...it worked perfectly. Dudes went nuts! I love playing shit like that. Sometimes on lazy Sunday afternoons I'll rock stupid shit like Hall and Oats, just see if anyone notices (and I kinda sorta maybe like it a little bit...sometimes).
But by far, my favorite shit to play is dirty, Dirty, DIRTY hip-hop (after Midnight) and give those fucking speakers a fucking work-OUT. It's only fair; those sonic boxes of doom bullied me long enough, so now it's my turn to return the "favor". Patrons of said bar be damned! Or rather, be forewarned!