What’s Your Worst Job?
One of the first jobs I ever had was working at a snack bar just outside the Toronto City Hall. It didn’t have a name, but we called it “The Spot” – at least my manager did. It was a tiny, little, solid concrete bunker of a building, designed in the 60s and very unhuman friendly. The place had no air conditioning, got super-hot in the summer and bitterly cold in the winter. You served people out of a little slot in the building (really was pretty bunker like) and it had a very limited menu: