Working (and quitting) a job on an English pier

“Nestled at the end of this pier, in between a food truck and an ATM with charges that people guffaw at paying, was the tiny photography booth I briefly worked for one summer...” Working on an English pier was often idyllic and often stressful. Quitting that job was exclusively the latter. Here are some of my thoughts on the job I had for part of a summer and the first job I ever quit.

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