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I was sixteen. Worked as a glass collector. It was horrid. I was the only glass collector there from 8pm-5am. Picking up glasses from over 600+ people, stacking them, slapping them in a steam washer, took them out, dried them and then stacked the shelves.
The second a table had more than 2 glasses, my boss gave me shit. Like I had time.
The second a table had more than 2 glasses, my boss gave me shit. Like I had time.