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Yeah, and it's a horrible job. My first job I had to work, I had to go to work. I was 16 years old and my dad said, go down to Masonic-Hulman Hospital, you got a job, you're going to have to help the people with everything. I thought I was going to work on the farm because they have a farm there with cows. I was, no, no, you're not going to be feeding the cows, you're going to be feeding the old people. You're going to be helping the nurses too, you know, and you'll be getting people their newspapers and doing things around there. That was the job. Nothing is more depressing than having some old person and you're trying to put food in their mouth and you can't give them more food until they swallow the food and you could be there for an hour or something, you know, because the nurses just don't have time for that. So you had to do things like that. It was a depressing job, especially for a 16-year-old. I couldn't wait to quit. My father wouldn't let me quit, you know, and finally something happened where I had to get another job. But, yeah, it's not a good job, trust me.