Somewhere in Southern California - 1982
(If you don't already have a Go-Gos song running in your head, you can get one here.)
Yes, that's my paycheck.
Note barely suppressed ecstatic glee after checking out my take-home for the week.
Note burnt-orange polyester ensemble that would make Kate Moss look like a bag of doorknobs. (I actually am wearing the mandatory hat that came with the uniform, but it is so unnaturally hideous that it does not show up on film.)
I think Donna Summer said it best. So hard for it, honey.
Showcase memory evoked by this photo: Frustrated cluster of teens in burnt-orange pantsuits stealthily appropriate loathsome assistant manager's bicycle and, while creating gripping distraction in lobby with errant Filet-O-Fish sandwich, stuff said bicycle into industrial-sized trash compactor behind building, later presenting said assistant manager with dense, bicycle-ish metal cube roughly the same size (and weight) as a Big Mac.