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  • Who can forget their first job job? I don't mean something like walking the neighbors dog, shoveling your elderly neighbors sidewalk or raking your own yard for five bucks from your parents. I mean a bullshit, part-time job during the summer or after school that you hate right away.

    In August 2007, a week before my senior year of high school was about to begin, one of my best friends asked me if I would want to do something else other than masturbating?

    I had a good laugh and told him that it depends. He explained the cafe he worked at needed a new dishwasher since he was being promoted to cook. I hesitated for a moment, but eventually agreed, despite not having any experience washing dishes.

    Started two days after around 4 PM. Was introduced to the owner and his wife. Older couple and seemed like okay people. Went to the back where I would be working at the sinks and had at it. At first, it seemed okay. Nothing special. But one thing that quickly irked me was how simple rubber gloves were not present. They don't cost much, but that was something the place should have available.

    A few hours went by and got everything on my end done. The other person who was washing the dishes with me was my friend. Who would have thought?

    On Saturday I was dropped off by my parents around 3:30 PM or 4 PM. Went to the sink where the dishes, cups and utensils are cleaned and there was nothing but a shit ton of sauerkraut splattered around the sink. For some reason, some lazy asshole working there decided walking to the trashcan was too much of a challenge.

    After cleaning out the sink I finally got to work. At first, everything seemed okay, but then I got slammed with more and more to clean. This also included all the pots and pans I had to clean too, which had to be cleaned differently. Originally thought I was going to leave around 7 PM, but I kept calling my parents to pick me up at 7:30 PM and then 8 PM. When I left I didn't even finish washing everything, but I told the people I would come back the following day to finish. When that time came, I was simply told not to worry.

    Already at that point I knew I didn't want to continue with the job, especially since school was about to start and drivers ed was beginning in September.

    The last time I went in to work was the day before school began, and this time I was with my friend again. He already knew about my intentions of quitting and was not happy I was doing so since this might had screwed him over by not working as a cook. Little hint: it did.

    The second we get there I told my boss how schooling would constrain my time and working at that place would not be the easiest very shortly. They were understandable, but according to my friend they didn't really care for me so that's why they said it was alright.

    So I suffered through a few more hours of that place, punched in my time card and gave it to the owner and he payed me for the few hours I worked there. It wasn't that much, especially since it was a tiny bit over $7.00 per hour.
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