Stick or twist?

Someone has offered me a job. I was slightly the worse for wear, alcohol wise, and started moaning on about work and how disgruntled I am, and the trendy young barman asked me if I'd ever done bar work. I haven't, of course, but on the back of 11 rum and cokes I heard myself say "Yeah, I used to help out in the student bar at Uni."
It turns out that the pub - The Pheasant and Partridge - has just been bought by a local family who want to throw out the 'Generic-GastroPub-That-Looks-Exactly-Like-Every-Other-Pub-In-The-Country' atmosphere that the recent owners (a national chain) had put in. Part of the transformation involves employing local people with a bit of personality, rather than the 'pretty boys and girls with more make-up than sense' that were working there previously. I'm quite intrigued really. Tom (the barman) is the new owner's nephew and is running it until October, then he's off to Cyprus to join his Cypriot fiancee in her restaurant. So they want to take on a couple of local people to train up as managers to run it for them, while they expand their empire elsewhere. I should point out at this point that I may well have misunderstood a lot of what was said - I couldn't see straight, I was having trouble balancing on the stool, and I was busting for a pee so my mind was wandering somewhat as well. But if all is as it seems, it might be a nice opportunity. Hannah tells me the hours can be long and unsociable, but I wouldn't be working overnights anymore would I?
I have the application form before me on the table....

RC 31-8-09