I was a janitor at Simpson's department store when I had just turned 16. I had to walk a mile and a half in the morning to get there for a 5 am start, because the buses weren't running that route yet. My day was spent with a bunch of grumpy old guys who complained constantly that I worked too fast and that I was trying to make them look bad. I was just trying to stay mobile. The day crawled by slowly enough when I kept active -- I can't imagine how long the day would have seemed at their pace. All in the name of trying to earn enough money to take the love of my life to the fair and win her stuffed critters. The lob lasted two weeks. The relationship lasted longer, but not near long enough.
