I worked three jobs at university, and one of them was as a bar manager for a place that closed late. I would sometimes sleep along one of the padded, leather booths and then walk to my bakery job that opened in a few hours, because it was only a 15 minute walk from the bar whereas my house was about an hour's walk. This was back when an hour's walk was properly measured in the number of tracks I could listen to on my favourite album at the time.
Loved this.
Thanks Lisa!
I worked three jobs at university, and one of them was as a bar manager for a place that closed late. I would sometimes sleep along one of the padded, leather booths and then walk to my bakery job that opened in a few hours, because it was only a 15 minute walk from the bar whereas my house was about an hour's walk. This was back when an hour's walk was properly measured in the number of tracks I could listen to on my favourite album at the time.
Hey, it’s a life isn’t it?
Honestly probably my favourite years, or at least in the discussion.