I worked in the mail room at some corporation, sorting mail and delivering it to the employees. Not dirty work but I understand why some people go "postal". It sucks the life right out of you and I was only there for a month.
Then I went to flip burgers at a Yankee Doodle Dandy restaurant chain. If my father hadn't been the manager's old friend, I would have been fired after dropping a gallon jug of their "secret special sauce" all over the kitchen floor. (thousand island dressing) The manager yelled at me in Greek all the time. It seems I didn't fill the ketchup and mustard bottles or spread the sauce on the buns fast enough. After 2 weeks of going home smelling like fried onions, I quit, much to my father's relief. It was putting a crimp in their friendship.
It all builds character, right?

Ricki

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