I worked at McDonalds for $5.15/hour for a year in high school. I was satisfied because it was better than working as a bagger for the same wage, minus "union dues."

These jobs aren't so terrible as they are numbing. I don't remember hating these places, I don't remember them at all. I don't remember much of my youth before 18. That part of my life is simply gone.

Does that scare you?