Can't believe I never mentioned the job that still causes me to break out in... something or other.
Working the serving line at the residence hall cafteria at the university.
The pay was below minimum wage- the hours were awful- the students (who paid like a 1.85 to get in and could go through the line as often as they wanted) all asked "Is that all you get?", plus I liked having actual hair instead of a crew-cut- which was REQUIRED. The one job I preferred was considered punishment duty- washing up the pots and pans.
I lasted a week and half. It was then that I came to realize- "Yes- there actually IS a job I am too good for." I also vowed to never work in the "food service" industry again.
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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