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When I was 16, part 1 I got my first job at a fast food restaurant in May of my sophomore year of high school. The first day I had to work was Mother's Day. The owner told me to "go in" at 4. I assumed that I'd be trained for a couple hours and then go home, but no, I had to work a full shift until like 9:30 that night. It was horrible. We were really busy and I didn't know what I was doing. Even worse, I could hear the wind outside through the drive-through monitor. I wanted more than anything to be outside in the wind. I felt like a wild animal that had been trapped. I didn't want to work. I wanted to be a free, unfettered, irresponsible kid again. It sucked. I hated it. But I was overreacting, of course, and the job turned out to be pretty fun.
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