A cruel yet inescapable fact of life is that most of us--and, most regrettably, I--must work to keep roofs over our heads and food on our tables. My efforts to satisfy these of life's basic demands have led me to hold more jobs than I care to remember; but I can recall beyond any doubt the worst of them was my job at Tony's Pizza in South Philadelphia. First of all, my boss and managers …showed first 75 words of 432 total…

…showed last 75 words of 432 total…salary I'd started with would rise as I continued to work and prove my worth at the shop, I saw no raise in the six months I worked there and was impolitely told to drop the subject when I brought it up on one occasion. I subsequently moved on to other jobs, some of which rivaled Tony's in one or a couple of areas; but Tony's still holds the indisputable title of my worst job.