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The Fear of Los­ing a Crum­my Wait­ress­ing Job In a dream I’m lift­ing bus buck­ets, arms brim­ming liq­uid sludge while the cred­it machine shuts down and the par­ty of sev­en­teen walks out with­out tip­ping, and I don’t wake until the fourth alarm. I’m still … Con­tin­ue read­ing →