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I can find something enjoyable about any job. Even the ones that I went home smelling like fried food and where I had to wear black no-slip shoes.

My first “job” was when I was 12. I would color in gift certificates at a health food store when my mom was giving massages. She was a massage therapist and single mother, so I think the coloring was just something to keep me busy while she was working. I got paid $5 an hour. And…