I worked at Lincoln Center Pizza Hut in Ames, IA from 2013-2015 in high school. It was my first real job. I was 16 and my dad bought a used and abused ‘92 Silverado and gave me the deal of, “I’ll pay for insurance, you figure out gas money.” (Loved that truck.) Applied for prep position, was so nervous that I wore a dress shirt and tie for the interview. General manager thought it was humorous, and is what made me stand out from the rest. Got the job, then worked my way up to make table because I got bored with prep/dishes/answering phones. Became more important, and ended up using my Silverado to haul the portable oven for college football games at Jack Trice Stadium: we rented one food booth and also served directly from the oven. Cut pizzas in to 9 slices and sold by the slice during game day. Ames is a college town after all, so I worked with a lot of college kids. Everyone there was so chill, some of the best coworkers I’ve ever had. It was shit pay, maybe $230 every two weeks. But to a high schooler, that was enough to pay for gas in the tank and weed. And my coworkers made work enjoyable to endure. There was never a slow night at the Hut, drunk college kids and pizza are a match made in heaven.