When I was twenty, I worked at a really trendy restaurant. It was pretty big: it also functioned as an in-house catering facility for companies and such.
I was lucky enough to have a job there when I was working my way through college. And by lucky I don’t really mean that the work was so awesome or the pay so great, though both were fine. What I mean is that the employees were basically made up of two groups. There was the “established” (cooks, management) in their thirties and forties. Then there was the “help”, which consisted of college students putting in their time. Of the latter group, I was one of two guys with the rest all female.
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