I finished my first day of working at Jimmy Johns. I was all too keyed up for it. I thought of buying a pack of Camels. My bowels were unsteady. Yet I survived. The timeclock is now a computer (a tablet mounted on the wall), but restaurant work has not really changed in 40 years. A certain personality works at a restaurant - the sort who could not work an assembly line at a restaurant. I didn't screw up too badly, so I may last.
Meanwhile, I need a second job. Old Sam needs the money.
Going to work had me away from the imprisoned for the longest amount of time since March 2, 2021.
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