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My first job was at a restaurant. I was a busser and going to work with a pair of freshly washed pants, shirt, and apron was a trip. If they happened to be ironed my head was in the clouds. Those were the days when I walked to work and I loved it. When I could walk and not be reminded of the stank I was headed towards, my minded wandered freely and my steps carried my stress away. That is what this blog is for.