The first time you were a grown up

I wanted to take pix of the moon from a different perspective so i called a friend who i haven’t seen, really, in 30 years. and she told me to come on over. 

We worked together at Gino’s (home of the Hero) in Oaklyn in 1983. It was the first job for both of us. 

So for the hour while we stood there freezing, as I took pix of the moon, we talked about "growing up" at that job. 

Metaphorically, of course. I still haven’t grown up.

Throwing tomatoes on the ceiling and placing bets over whose would fall to the floor first 

Singing 80’s songs loudly into the microphone, 

I remember going through the drive through on my days off and ordering 400 hamburgers and 60 buckets of chicken then driving off hysterically. 

Taking home all the leftover chicken, so much that our families were sick of it, I know mine was almost happy when it closed. 

We talked about the people we worked with who we never saw again. “Did you hear about this one? Do you remember that one?” 

Your first job (if it’s a job like the one that we had), is almost like the first time you fall in love.

You’ll have other jobs, maybe better, longer jobs, maybe jobs you love more, but no other job will ever replace the fun, and friendships you made at your first one.

No other will have the memories you made at your first job. 

Others may come and go, others may be better, but your first job..

It’s the first time you were a "grown up”; you earned and brought home your own money, and you made your own friendships outside of school.

You were independent. 

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