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I worked my way through college as a janitor's helper, full time every summer. My first semester's tuition and fees at the state university were a little over $80, and I could easily pay for that and books and carfare by mopping floors and burning garbage. Yes, we burned garbage back then. Pressure cans used to explode and shoot out of the incinerator like rockets. That's what I remember when I hear people sing "the rockets' red glare."
My first job was a huge condo building on Lake Shore Drive, very nice inside as well as outside. The head janitor was an educated man who kept stacks of New Yorker and Esquire in the break room. Before Labor Day, he offered me the night man's job and I turned it down. He said I was a chump to go back to school, and I'd never find another job that would pay me for sleeping. He was right.
My first job was a huge condo building on Lake Shore Drive, very nice inside as well as outside. The head janitor was an educated man who kept stacks of New Yorker and Esquire in the break room. Before Labor Day, he offered me the night man's job and I turned it down. He said I was a chump to go back to school, and I'd never find another job that would pay me for sleeping. He was right.

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