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Originally posted by dtb
I was thinking the very same thing. I think if one were to go to the Friendly's where I toiled away over a hot stove, one might be able to find a photo of me in my thick, polyester checkered dress (they had "group staff photos" on the wall -- but given the turnover, I think the place went to capacity a long time ago, and my group has been rotated out. But you never know...)
Horrifying, however, was the burnout dude (a co-worker) I, uh..., "hung out with" that summer (what the hell was his name?), who would also be featurned in said photo. That might be funny to have another look at him. He's probably worse in my mind's eye than he was in reality (or at least, that's what I tell myself.)
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My mother recently unearthed pictures of me at 17 when I worked at a houseboat resort for a summer job. The pictures are from some party I was at and feature me and my co-workers all high and/or drunk. It's kind of mortifying. My dumb expression makes me look like a female junior version of Wayne (as in party on).
