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After finishing after-school soccer practice, I would walk three and a half miles to the deli and work until around 9:00 p.m. At home, I would do homework and watch television, then sleep to prepare for the next full day. On Saturdays after Polish school, I worked in the deli until closing time, pulling six days per week on this schedule.

Now a senior in high school, I needed cash. I got a job washing dishes at the golf club across the street from the school. Three of my good friends were already working there, and the pay was fairly good. I added the job to my already full plate, and I’m glad I did. On busy nights, we worked hard, but it was fun in a way, especially when my friends were working with me. As kitchen staff, we assisted in food preparation and closing duties. As a reward for my hard work, I was always assigned to the Sunday shift. This shift was the best, as I would get all the leftover buffet food, and trust me—it was well worth it. All the other dishwashers wanted to work the Sunday shift, but I was the one getting it.