Cheese-side down: thoughts on working a crummy job at an Italian restaurant
Oct. 11, 2016It was the summer after my freshman year of college. I was 19 years old and staying with my parents for a couple of months before the new Fall semester rolled around. After a couple of weeks of putzing around the house, I started to receive subtle signals from my dad. He would come home from a long day of work and say something like,