As soon as I was old enough to get a job at the age of 14, I got one. Spending money was what I wanted. My $2-a-week allowance or whatever it was just wasn’t cutting it. First job was working as a dishwasher where I learned to hate the sight of cigarette butts put out in the middle of eggs over easy. Made me want to puke, which would just have made the job that much harder. Through high school and on into college-summer jobs, I worked at a lot of different jobs: grocery store bag boy who also worked Wednesday ...