It's a two way street. One of my best friends (recently retired) was one of the best guys in the biz at workin' the ropes. Nicest guy you'll ever meet, but after 1297081230742731 "I know the owner", "I'm on Kinky The Slob's list", and "I know the DJ" all night, you're gonna get a little tired. Nevermind the paying drunks who take twenty minutes to find their ID. If you're hitting the club late, keep that in mind, the doorguy is gonna be a bit cranky.
Oh, and not from the same guy, but read this blog:
http://standingonthebox.blogspot.com/ ... An insight into working the door in a New York club. He's got a book coming out soon, too.