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Oh yeah. Before my last year of college, I had a summer internship and got used to having some money. It wasn't much, so I figured a barista job would suffice and went to the student union to apply. Thing is, you don't apply to just the coffeeshop, you have to apply to the food court as a whole and they decide your fate from there. The gods were angry with me that day and I found myself in Sbarro's training. I got through the pizza-making practice but apparently not well enough to be given that job; I was to bus tables.

On my first night, I learned that the dishwasher had a similar arc but ended up in a worse position what with the scalding water and all. He would complain every time I brought pizza trays, which was often.

"I didn't want to work here, I wanted to work at the coffee shop."

"Washing pizza trays is the worst"

"If you bring me any more pizza trays I'm going to quit"

"[silence]"

"[absence]"

I didn't know for sure if he quit or just stepped out, so I just kept piling up the pizza trays. The manager comes up to me at the end of the shift: "the dishwasher is nowhere to be found and there's a big pile of pizza trays in the back. Could you get on that?" That's when I decided that I'd rather be poor, said no and left.