![]() Graduation didn’t change anything-I still wasn’t really qualified to do anything else so I just kept working. I became a manager the semester I graduated with my English degree, working sixty hour weeks and going to school on my two days off each week-the only day I had fully “off” that semester was to take my GREs. I bartended in another chain restaurant and then another. By then I was newly married and back in college, on my third university, but still without other job prospects. ![]() ![]() ![]() I worked in that restaurant for five years, mostly as a bartender, until the chain went out of business after their Pittsburgh store caused the largest Hepatitis A outbreak in U.S. I spent a month out of work and out of school before finding a minimum-wage spot as a host in a chain Mexican restaurant, where I promised myself I’d work just until I found a “real” job-an idea that tells a lot about what I thought about work then and what I thought I’d be spending my life doing. I dropped out of college when I was 19, which also meant losing my desk job as a college co-op at the headquarters of a major chemical company, where I’d worked in various R&D-related departments over the past two years. ![]()
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