My Job History
I’ve worked at a lot of places. Here’s a list of most of them.
December 1988 – January 1991: Eastgate Cinema – East Alton, IL My first job. I was at Roxana seeing the movie Big with a friend and after the movie I was waiting for him in the lobby so I filled out an application. I lasted just slightly over 2 years at this place and got to see it get transformed from a twin cinema into a 6-plex. Look at the Eastgate History page for photos of the construction.
January 1991 – February 1991: Shop N Save – Wood River, IL I really really didn’t like this job too much at all. My duties were to get carts (in the snow), stock shelves, fill coolers, etc. It was boring. I remember a lot of times I would go outside like I was going to get carts and I would get in my car and just sit there listening to music. In fact, I think I spent much of my work day doing this if I didn’t think I’d be missed. I finally quit showing up to work when I got the job at Cottonwood Cinema.
February 1991: Cottonwood Cinema – Glen Carbon, IL This was a weird little 3 screen theater inside of Cottonwood Mall, which was technically a mall, but more like antique stores and insurance offices than Spencers and Radio Shack. It had the lowest ceilings of any theater I’ve seen. If you stood up during the movie, a giant shadow of you was on the screen. I didn’t get up to much trouble here, but eventually I showed the assistant manager how we could open up some of the arcade machines to get the quarters out and we started doing that every evening that I closed. It was like getting tips! I’m starting to think maybe I was a bad influence on people.
1991: Alton Cine – Alton, IL I think my primary reason for getting this job was because it was a closer drive than Cottonwood Cinema. About 30 minutes closer. They had a touch tone phone at the counter, but the dialing pad was disabled, so I had to show off and teach an employee the switch hook method of dialing where you click down on the hang up button the number of times the digit is. Within a week, all employees were doing it. The manager was not happy about this. This theater had a working rotary dial pay phone in the lobby, which I would use tape recorded red box tones to make calls from on the nights that I closed and nobody was down there with me.
Summer 1991 – September 1991: Union Station Cine – St. Louis, MO My plan was to move out of my parent’s house to downtown St. Louis. So I decided the first order of business should be to get a job in St. Louis. The only place I applied at was this theater and I got the job almost immediately. Before and after work, I would go apartment hunting. I worked at this job while still working at Alton Cine.
I worked there for a couple of months before telling my parents. They thought I was going to work at Alton Cine every day, not knowing that I was actually driving 45 minutes away each day. I finally told them about the job when someone from their church recognized me and was surprised to see me working there. I didn’t want them to find out from someone else. I quit this job when I decided to move to Texas instead of St. Louis.
1991: House Painter – Galveston, TX The only reason Galveston was on my radar was because a guy I knew from East gate Cinema had moved there. I visited him and he asked if I wanted a job painting houses. I said sure, so he brought me to work the next day and his boss hired me. I must have sucked at it because the boss refused to pay me. So I didn’t show up the following week.
1991: Long John Silvers – Galveston, TX This place had no idea their new employee was sleeping in his car at night. I was mostly a cook, which was nice since I was hungry and had no money at that point so I would constantly eat the food. When I left for the day I would load my pockets full of saltine crackers.
Some Long John Silvers corporate guy came in from out of town once. I don’t know why, but the manager asked if I could go pick him up and bring him there. I told him sure, I’d just need to clean all the empty beer cans out of my car. I was messing with him though, my front seat was completely filled with Pepsi cans, not beer cans. I pulled into my spot and I opened the back door for the corporate guy by sticking my fingers in the seam of the door and yanking it open. There was no handle. Apparently this was a security violation which got the manager written up by the corporate guy. I received no punishment.
1991: Circle K – League City, TX I’d had my eye on Circle K for as long as I’d been on the island and I was certain I’d work there eventually. My reason for wanting to work there was because of Bill and Ted. I applied in Galveston, but the store didn’t need anyone there at the time, so they asked if I’d want to work in League City. I didn’t know where that was, but I said sure. It ended up being over 30 minutes away, near Houston.
I lasted there awhile though and it ended up being kind of awesome. The store rented VHS videos, and the assistant manager would allow me to stay after work, pick a video or two and sit in the employee training room to watch the movies. I’d lay on the floor in there, sometimes until 2 or 3 in the morning, watching movies. Why would a Circle K have a dedicated room for training videos? I don’t know, I just work here.
The video rental section behind our counter had a couple of weird looking computers with small LCD screens. Not laptops, but big boxy computers. The first thing I did while alone there was hit control-c. That exited right out of the program and into DOS. A girl I worked with often was Vietnamese and spoke very little English. I used the Vietnamese/English translation book she kept behind the counter and wrote a small program in BASIC, addressing her by name and asking her various questions in Vietnamese that she could answer on screen. She was blown away by the entire event, but also lectured me for messing with the video rental machine.
There were a couple of pay phones outside. The phone lines were right next to all the soda canisters in a part of the back room. Late at night this girl would hang out on them for hours so I decided to be creepy and listen in to her call. I took the phone from the front counter that was hooked to the credit card machine (nobody used that one) and brought it into the back room. I’d brought a wire with me to plug it into the pay phone line. I was now on the pay phone’s extension line. I listened to her talk to some guy and it was super boring. The most interesting thing was that the smoke alarm’s battery was low in that back room and chirped every 60 seconds. I didn’t have a mute button so they were going nuts wondering what it was. I finally got bored and returned to the counter. My Vietnamese co-worker saw that I had the phone and starts lecturing me in broken English, asking why I would take the phone into the back. Pretty sure I stressed her out a lot.
Summer 1992: Jamestown Cinema – Florissant, MO I came back to Illinois to visit friends and family. I think this theater inside of a mall had 2 screens and it was the first theater I worked at that had the old-style projectors where you had to manually switch reels in the middle of a movie. It was a fun place to work and I got to help out at their summer balloon race event.
Summer 1992: Union Station Cine – St. Louis, MO While I was in town for part of the summer, I got my old job at Union Cine back. It was an exhausting place to work and I would sometimes sneak out and run to the mall for awhile. I think I left both Union Station and Jamestown at the same time, as I headed toward South Carolina.
Summer 1992: Briarcliff Cinema – Myrtle Beach, SC I can’t remember exactly when I arrived in Myrtle Beach, but it only took maybe a week to get this job at a mall theater. I got along with one of my co-workers so well that we took a weekend off and drove to Disney World together, along with another friend of his. Near the end of the summer, business was slowing down. I went in one day and the manager told me I could go home because they didn’t need me today. I decided to take her literally and go back to my home in Galveston, Texas.
Diamond Shamrock – Galveston, TX This was a small convenience store with lots of drama. The manager was hooking up with an older employee and they would use cocaine out in her car in the parking lot. And the assistant manager immediately hated me and would berate me to my face. I came in one day and she immediately started in on me, so I told the manager I couldn’t work an entire shift with her and I was going back home. The manager talked me out of it, and somehow me and the assistant manager became friends. She would actually hug me sometimes. Without sarcasm. It was weird. But even weirder was being bullied at work. I quit working there for the beautiful green pastures of Wendys.
Wendy’s – Galveston, TX I was here for just a week. Four of my days were spent watching training videos. Then I had a day or two of actually working. Then I quit. I bet they hated me for that.
November 1992: Midwest Publishing – Normal, IL This is a my first telemarketing job and I turn out to be pretty good at it. We were taking donations for the Fraternal Order of Police. But after awhile I get really sick of it and I quit. I went off-list once and called my Aunt, introduced myself with a fake name, and talked her into making a $45 donation even though she kept saying no. After I had all her information, I told her I was actually her nephew Brad and I just missed her and wanted to say hi. I offered to throw out her donation, but she said that was okay. She wondered how the weird quiet kid of the family was able to be so convincing.
I showed co-workers how to talk to each other on the phones using phone company loop lines that I had in Wood River. Which is kind of pointless, but I didn’t know how to ANI a line yet.
October 1992: Steak N Shake – Bloomington, IL I only worked at Steak N Shake for one day because during my first day of working there, I passed out on the floor while working in the kitchen. I think it was because I hadn’t been sleeping well lately and hadn’t had money to eat very much. So that was a little embarrassing. After it happened, the manager took me into the employee room and gave me a free meal and a cigarette. Then she put me back to work for another hour before letting me go home. I never returned until 2 weeks later to get my paycheck and hand back my uniform.
December 1992: Apartment Cleaner – Hollywood, CA I’m talking to the landlord of the place I’m staying at and I mention how it’s impossible to find a job in Los Angeles. So he decides to help me out by paying me to clean vacant apartments. I vacuum, dust, pick up trash, etc. and he pays me $4.00 per hour in cash, tax-free! I continued not to be able to find a job in L.A. so we (my new girlfriend and I) went to Illinois.
March 1993 – April 1993: 7-Eleven – East Alton and Wood River, IL This job doesn’t last too long because me and a girlfriend decide to loot about $5,000 worth of money and merchandise from the store and leave town. The details of that event are here. Overall it’s a fun job, though. They had a policy where you had to be 21 to work there so I modified a photocopy of my driver’s license to make myself 2 years older. I worked at both store locations, mostly on the night shift from 2am to 10am.
June 1993: Some factory place – Highland, IL I only worked at this place for one day. It was hard work and I got way too dirty. Screw that, I’ll work at McDonald’s instead. I remember coming home from that and having the longest bath ever.
June 1993: McDonald’s – Highland, IL I really hated this job and only lasted a week at it. I would have lasted just a few days at it, but when I tried to stay home they sent some employees to my apartment to come and get me. I did the normal McDonald-type things here – I made lots of burgers and fries.
August 1993: Alton Telegraph – Alton, IL At some point I get a job doing telemarketing for the newspaper in Alton. I only last a week at it, then I stop showing up because I leave the state. I don’t even think I ever got a paycheck from this job.
August 1993 – Paradis Gift Shops – Indianapolis, IN My first job in Indianapolis is at the airport gift shops. It’s a fun, easygoing job and I last for a couple of weeks at it, mostly selling t-shirts to all the hicks that are in town for the Brickyard 500. But I end up quitting when I get hired at the movie theater and realize that there’s no way I’ll be able to work both jobs. Paradis paid more and had more hours, but I like theaters.
August 1993 – January 1994: Lafayette Square Cinema – Indianapolis, IN: I found out that the manager of this theater hired me because he was impressed with my previous work history – which I completely made up since I was working under a fake name. I’d written that I had previously worked at Mann’s Chineese Theater in Hollywood, CA and that I had managed a telemarketing company in Illinois. Too bad he didn’t think to check my references until after he hired me. On my last day of work, the manager confronted me about my application. He said that he checked all my references and absolutely nothing checked out. Not the previous employers, not the personal references and not my education. He wasn’t mad about it at all, he was mostly amused since he liked me. I hinted that maybe my references were real but my name wasn’t.
I really loved working at that place and had a lot of fun there. The reason I left was because I was afraid that with the year being over, my fake tax information would be sent to the IRS and they would see that the social security number was fake and they would come after me. I don’t know if I needed to worry about that or not, but better safe than sorry. A few months after I left, Ameritech Corporate Security guy Jim Bayless came to the theater looking for me. The manager there gave Jim a copy of my tax forms. Which didn’t do Jim a lot of good since all my information was completely made up. And what the hell, manager, you can’t hand out tax forms! Jim Bayless was not a cop!
October 1993 – January 1994: Amoco Gas Station – Indianapolis, IN: I took this job as a 2nd job while I still worked at the cinema. The assistant manager of this place hired me and for some reason the owner took an immediate disliking to me. He was constantly yelling at me for everything even though I did everything I was supposed to. I had big plans for this place, including looting the entire store of everything valuable and leaving town with one of the customers’ cars that was in the service station. In the end I decided against it because I liked everyone at the theater and I wanted to be able to come back and visit without worrying about getting arrested when I was in town.
January 1994 – March 1994: Fraternal Order of Police – Celina, OH I was still living under my pretend name of Glen Carbon while working at this place which felt a little bizzare, working so closely with the police. We called up people all over the county asking them for donations for the FOP. The bizarre thing about this job was that during the 2 previous years where they called up people, some scam artists were also calling up people and pretending to be the FOP to get the donations. So halfway during my employment here, it starts happening again. Only this year the scam artists get really bold and they actually break into our building and use our phones to make the calls. They also get all the employees information and pretend to be us. They steal all kinds of records from the building and they steal the FOP car window stickers and literature that we gave to people for donating.
The manager actually told me that one of the guys was using my name. So the FBI gets called about it and I’m told that they will questioning all of us and taking our fingerprints. This is a little worrisome for me, knowing that the FBI will be taking a close look at me and maybe even running my prints through their crime database. Even though the FBI is involved, I never get to meet any of them and they never end up asking for my fingerprints. I end up giving 2 weeks notice and quitting my job there because I don’t want to be a suspect. I get a job lined up at the local Wendy’s but I never end up going into work because I leave town for other reasons.
May 1994 – June 1994: WazWans – Portland, OR Even though I usually don’t enjoy working fast food jobs, I kind of enjoy working here and I learned to enjoy Indian food. In was in the Lloyd Center mall. I quit when I get hired by AM/PM which has better hours, better pay and it just a couple of blocks from where I’m living.
June 1994 – October 1994: AM/PM – Portland, OR I can’t remember why I quit this job because I know I really liked working there. I probably just got tired of working on the midnight shift all the time. My manager, Steve, quickly became accustomed to my weird phone obsession and nonstop prank calls from my friend Zak. I mostly stopped telling Zak where I worked after this place.
October 1994: Arby’s – Portland, OR I got hired here because I needed a job, I quit because I hate fast food and I found something else.
Ocbotber 1994: Toys R Us – Portland, OR Technically I never worked at Toys R Us – but I got a nametag from them so I’m listing it. I was hired and was sitting in employee orientation listing to the district guy talk to us. It was a new store opening so we were all new employees. I decided that it sounded lame so I got up and left. I blacked out the name on this tag because I don’t want anyone to know what name I lived under during the BP incident. But it’s been over a decade now. My name was Michael Kelly which was the name of a dead baby in Indianapolis whose identity I was hoping to steal.
November 1994: BP – Portland, OR I got this job for just one reason – so I could take all the money from them to fund my trip to a hacker convention (HoHoCon) in Texas. It goes okay, I think I end up with maybe $700 or $800 from it. I would have gotten more if I were a regular cashier there, but I was just the gas attendant where I pumped gas all day. I worked there for about a week, then one night I kept all my money in my pockets instead of dropping it into the safe like I was supposed to. Near the end of my shift, I said I was going to the bathroom and would be right back. I ran to the back, then around the block and went and sat in some bushes across the street from them so I could see if the police arrive. After waiting for an hour, the police don’t show up so I get bored and leave.
1995: Circle K – Corpus Christi, TX I got this job several days after applying and interviewing. I did the basic Circle K type stuff. I think it was a 7-Eleven that was bought out by Circle K just as I started working there. Anyway, the most memorable event at this job was the gunfight that broke out in the parking lot. It happened in the late evening and I hear a popping sound outside. After a few seconds, I realize that it’s people on opposite ends of the parking lot firing guns at each other.
So grab the phone and duck behind the counter as I dial 911. The customers in the store all rush into the cooler and hide out there, which I don’t notice until a few hours later when I man comes into the store and asks if he can go into the cooler and get his wallet. I ask what his wallet is doing in the cooler and he says him and a few other customers hid out there during the gunfire. In addition to the gunfight, I had a beer run that night. (You know, some kid comes in and runs out the door with a case of beer.) When the manager showed up in the morning I yelled at her that I quit. But I lasted a few more months there before being fired.
1995: Telemarketing for a picture studio – Corpus Christi, TX I only worked at this job for a couple of weeks, but I accomplished some cool things while I was there – there were about 10 phones for the employees to make their calls with. I worked at a different phone each day, ANI’ed the line and then called Southwestern Bell when I got off work and ordered call forwarding for that line. The next day I would call forward the number to something. Some of them I call forwarded to the Defcon voice bridge, others were to 900 numbers and 800-CALL-ATT so I could make free calls that would be traced back to the studio. By the time I quit, I had all the lines forwarded. The forwarding didn’t last as long as I’d hoped, probably because of all the 900 number calls we made.
1995: Che Bello – Corpus Christi, TX I lasted several months at this job and really liked working there. It was a coffee, sandwich, ice cream shop. We did deliveries so sometimes I would get to take the managers car around town, taking food to people. I think I ended up quitting when we decided to move out of state.
1996/1997: Target – Albany, OR I can’t remember exactly how long I lasted at this job, but I remember the Halloween chaos and then a month later the Christmas chaos. I think I stayed a few months after that until I quit to work full-time at the movie theater. I worked mostly in the toy department, stocking shelves, helping customers and occasionally cashiering.
This one supervisor, named Bob Jones, seemed to hate me. He would come in my department and nitpick everything. He told me that I was wasting the company’s time by not doing everything properly, even though my actual supervisor in that department had no problems with me. When I decided to quit, to work at the theater, I put in my 2 weeks notice and listed Bob as the reason for quitting. I filled out the form that Target provided to resign, and under the “reason for leaving” section I wrote, “Because Bob Jones says I’m a waste of the company’s time.” Later that day, I was called into Bob’s office to be lectured by him. He was extremely nice about it, though, and asked me to fill out another form. He clarified for me that he said I was wasting the company’s time, not that I’m a waste of company time. He threw away my resignation form.
I filled out a new one, this time writing, “Because Bob Jones says I’m wasting the company’s time by being here. This is the second time I’ve filled out this form. Bob threw away the first one.” This time the form made it through. But a week later, Bob fires me. One of my work days conflicted with my day at the theater, so I worked it out with another employee to work in my place that day. This was something that was done regularly there – I’d worked for other employees when they couldn’t make it in too. But Bob used this as an excuse to call me into his office and fire me. He said I couldn’t just switch days like that. I was happy to go – I’d only put in the 2 weeks notice to be nice.
Soon after being fired, I called up Target’s headquarters and made a formal complaint about Bob. I think I may have sent them a letter too. Soon after that, the manager of Target called me at home and asked me to come in and talk to him. We talked about Bob for a bit and he offered me my job back, which I politely refused. Within a month, Bob was no longer working at Target. I don’t know if I had anything to do with it, but I’d like to think I did.
1996: Taco Time – Albany, OR This place was at the Heritage Mall. The manager was ex-military and would make us shout things in the cooking area for safety reasons. I hate safety so I quit. Corporate called me a few weeks after and asked why I quit. I told them I was tired of being in boot camp.
1996: Albany Cinema – Albany, OR I started out as a projectionist at this theater. There were 6 screens, which kept me busy. I was mostly alone for my entire shift. I would occasionally prop open a back door from the booth and sneak over to the public library to find books to read when I forgot to bring something to keep me occupied. This was the PLA ‘zine era, so I would often bring my laptop with me to work on zine things.
The booth is where all the phone lines coming into the building were at, and I was left all alone with them. There were about 5 phone lines total, which included the regular voice line, a couple of movie announcement lines, a fax machine and the pay phone outside. I started listening to pay phone calls and it was a lot of teenagers calling their moms to be picked up after the movie. I would try to imitate the kids voices and add the word “bitch” onto the end of each thing they said. I started some serious parent/kid fights that way.
I wanted to talk to people calling into the movie announcement lines, but every time I hooked a phone into those lines, the recording would stop and hang up on them. So I had to stick to bothering people on the pay phone. The only problem with that is that the manager could come up at any time and see me on the phone, on the wrong side of the room, and would definitely ask what I was doing. He was a super nice manager and was usually amused by my weird phone hijinks, but I still didn’t want him catching me. I secretly ran some phone wire around the entire booth, into the pay phone line and over to where the booth’s phone sits. My intention was to wire a switch under the table that would switch the phone from normal mode to pay phone mode. It worked, but I felt like the wire was way too noticeable, so I unhooked it all a few days later and didn’t try again.
I have to brag about my amazing projector hack. At the very end of the movie The Arrival starring Charlie Sheen, the fan for the projector light stopped working. The light runs at about a billion degrees Fahrenheit, so the light shut itself off, right in the middle of the ending action scenes, to keep itself from exploding. People in the theater could hear the movie, but the screen was blank. People were pissed. The manager wasn’t sure what the problem was, so he said to just not play that movie for the rest of the day. But I had unlimited time, so I figured out which breaker switch the fan hooked up to and discovered that the switch was completely loose. It had been tripped, but wouldn’t go into the “on” or “off” position. So I ran downstairs and excitedly told the manager I’d figured out the problem and if he’d let me run over to Fred Meyer and buy a new breaker switch, I could fix it by the next showing. He said no thanks. What a jerk.
So THEN I saw that the wires went up into the ceiling. And eventually found out that the little silver electrical box where they connected was on the roof of the theater. Which makes no sense at all, but you have to believe me. I opened up the box and there were 4 wires. Two going to the fan and two coming from the broken breaker switch. I unhooked them all and then drug a long orange extension cord up to the roof. The roof access hatch was in the booth. I took the exposed wires from the silver box and jammed them into the end of the extension cord. Then I went inside and plugged them into a wall outlet. All of this while it’s raining, by the way. I put some plastic over my wiring stuff on the roof to keep it dry. I threaded the projector with a random trailer, turned it on and it worked! The picture was back and the fan was running again!
I excitedly told my manager that it was working again and we could once again bring Charlie Sheen’s blockbuster hit back to the community. I forget how he reacted to this, but he did start letting people into that theater again and the fan gave us no more problems. I don’t remember if it stayed that way for a day, or for 2 days, but I’m sure it was fixed properly soon after that by a licensed electrician. Now that I’m writing all this out years later, it’s really bugging the shit out of me why the electrical box ended up being on the roof. Were all of the 6 projectors like that? It just makes no sense that they would ever wire anything onto the roof. Dammit, Albany theater, do you want leaks? Because that’s how you get leaks!
Novemberish 1996 – December 1996: Domino’s Pizza – Celina, OH After two years being away from Celina, I end up in Celina again and get this job delivering pizzas. I was a mere 6 hours away from my parents now, so I had to come and see them for Christmas. I was too new of an employee to get Christmas week off, though, so I quit instead. Nothing too interesting happened at this job.
1997: Telemarketing for a hearing aid company – Celina, OH You’d think I would love screaming at old people over the phone to talk them into paying thousands of dollars for a hearing aid, but I did not enjoy doing this at all. I only lasted a week and the manager told me I wasn’t working out because I didn’t make enough sales.
1997: Gerlach Machine and Tool – Celina, OH This place was on a farmers land and one of his barns contained about 20 metal cutting machines. I’d never worked in this type of place before and found it super interesting. I made all kinds of metal parts for cars and other things. Half the time we didn’t know what we were making. The manager knew I was into computers, so he had me editing programming files for some of the machines, separating programs into separate files, or something like that. I took this as permission to always use the computer while the managers were away (which was most of our shift) and work on PLA ‘zine material.
A few months into this job, they expanded their operations and put all their machines into a large commercial space closer to town. Instead of 2 employees on a shift, there were 4. But the best thing was that the farmer’s awesome car collection was on one side of the room and our machines were on the other side. He had a rocket car, with a rocket engine hooked to the back of it. A few classic cars and odd cars. And a fucking Delorean. I would eat in the Delorean on my lunch break. I really loved that place and I can’t remember why I left.
Summer 1997: Roofer – Celina, OH I replaced two whole roofs during my time with Steve the roofer. Steve’s main personality trait was complaining about his ex-wife leaving him for a woman. Would never shut up about it. I enjoyed roofing, even with it being summer and in the 90’s outside. But our next job was a church roof made of metal. He promised I would cut my hands up while tearing it off. And that roof was really high off the ground. So I decided to end my roofing career before we started on that job.
1997: Some other machine place – Celina, OH This place was pretty much just like the Gerlach place I worked at before, but bigger and more professional. We cut metal up into parts and sandblasted stuff. This place didn’t have a radio blasting music like Gerlach, so I bought my cassette Walkman with me every day and listened to a combination of music and prank call tapes that I’d been trading with people over this new thing called “the internet” for the past year. I didn’t hate this job, but I quit to focus on being a professional private investigator.
1997: Private Investigator – Celina, OH When I say I was a private investigator, that’s a lie. I was more like one of those shady data brokers that sells personal data that I shouldn’t have. But I mostly worked for licensed private investigators. At the time, phonelosers.org was a new internet domain and I was trying to grow it quickly. There was a website out there that linked to P.I. resources and embedded useful forms into the site. I loved the idea and stole it to make an even better page of P.I. resources and eventually random P.I.’s were emailing me and asking to be listed on my page. I looked at the website of the latest P.I. asking me to do this and noticed that he sold names and addresses from phone numbers. He also offered to get all the phone numbers working at any address. So I started asking him questions and let him know this is the sort of thing I do for fun. He offered to pay me to get information from phone numbers for $5 per number, which was kind of a ripoff, but I did it anyway and made around $50 that first month.
Jesus, what have I spent my entire Tuesday doing?? I need to quit and finish this up later. I lasted as a P.I. for 20 years. There’s a lot to say.
ach so! du hatte vielen arbeite….
holy shit that was interesting
try working at a hotel
Where do you work now?
Saw your comment on the Reddit thread that you’d updated this.
“I was mostly a cook, which was nice since I was hungry and had no money at that point so I would constantly eat the food”
That made me LOL. Don’t remember reading that when I was here before.
Thanks for the insight Brad!