Spent 18 months “wearing the colors” when I was between “better” jobs. There is no shame in honest labor. I provided a necessary service and learned a lot about people both younger and older than myself.
Additionally, I learned I could still do manual labor, like lifting a 40-pound case of frozen hamburger patties or busting out enough food to serve a 45-passenger tour bus with little or no warning.
The job may not be exalted in status, but I now will always know I can do it.