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Last week, I waited tables for the first time in ten years.
I've quit waiting tables many times and yet I've also considered it part of my identity, part of a fall back plan, a thing I can always go back to. I forgot how long it's been. I forgot that pretty soon after I waited tables I started quitting waiting tables. When the manager asked me about my experience, I couldn't name one place I served, and the mental string of geographical locations did not help. I had quit without remembering I quit.
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