My very first job ever was at a cafeteria-type restaurant. I don't even remember the name of it. It was a summer job, and I lasted approximately the summer. I don't remember the name of it, or how much I made, but I do remember that when I got home every night my feet hurt so bad I'd tiptoe into the house so as not to wake anyone up, fill the kitchen sink with water as hot as I could stand it, climb up on the counter and stick my feet in. Then I'd fall asleep leaning against the cabinets. I had fun because my best friend worked there too, but I hated the job qua job.
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