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I am a food service slave.

Or at least that’s what I call my job at my dorm’s dining hall. As horrible as this might sound, my favorite duty at the cafeteria is the actual flipping of burgers. Most of the positions are mindless - you’ll find yourself swiping ID cards, dishing out pasta, or feeding a stack of dirty trays into the dishwasher. Flipping burgers is one of the only opportunities for students to participate in the actual preparation of food.

When I’m grilling, I have some control. There is room for autonomy and relatively independent thought. It’s up to me whether your burger is charred or tender, whether your chicken is dry or juicy, and whether your Boca Burger is truly meat-free or contaminated by a beefy spatula.

I can make or break your dining experience.

Maybe I’m not such a “slave” after all (plus the pay is incredible for a zero-skill starting wage with flexible hours).