Apparently, A Lot Of Aspirational Elites Think Working At Chipotle or Panda Express Is Beneath Them Even Though It Absolutely Is Not

I needed a job when I was in high school. I filled out applications for Taco Bell, Grocery Outlet, and a few other places. Eventually, I landed a job at a local Italian restaurant as a busboy and dishwasher. This job sucked about as much as you would expect. Still, it was better than all the manual-labor jobs I’d done before because it was indoors. From ages 11 to 15, I would rake leaves. Clean gutters. Stack firewood. Dig ditches to install sprinklers. Those jobs were tough—working out in the scorching California sun and drinking water out of a rubber hose. By the time I got a “normal” job washing dishes (“normal” meaning you’re paying taxes), I was grateful to be indoors in a place that had air conditioning and predictable hours. And not have to ride in the back of a pickup truck to the local landfill. And I liked my restaurant coworkers. Most were in their early twenties, some in their thirties. My manager, Jim, was a small guy with a mustache who was in his forties. During my inter

I needed a job when I was in high school. I filled out applications for Taco Bell, Grocery Outlet, and a few other places. Eventually, I landed a job at a local Italian restaurant as a busboy and dishwasher. This job sucked about as much as you would expect. Still, it was better than all the manual-labor jobs I’d done before because it was indoors. From ages 11 to 15, I would rake leaves. Clean gutters. Stack firewood. Dig ditches to install sprinklers. Those jobs were tough—working out in the scorching California sun and drinking water out of a rubber hose. By the time I got a “normal” job wa