Why Absolutely Every Teenager Should Get a Summer Job — The Worse The Better

Food service or something menial and greasy if at all possible.

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You want your child to get a job, of course, because you don’t want him or her to be an insufferable entitled incompetent ass, but we agree on that already. If not, I feel the chasm between us is such a vast and ceaseless ocean we will never meet in the middle. Stop reading immediately.

For those who get that performing some degrading task for a piteous wage is a teenage rite of passage necessary to earn a spot among the wise and humble of humanity, keep reading.

I share the hijinks of my first summer job circa 1985, how it spurred me to appreciate the value of a dollar and nudged me in the direction of a healthy disdain for donuts.

My first job was at a donut shop called “Le Donut.” Le. Pronounced phonetically, ‘lay.’ Can you beat that?

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DONUTS.

The name was an attempt by management to sound grand, a nod to Parisians, connoisseurs with a corner…