Compared to others, I guess my first summer job during college was not as bad. I worked at Chicago's Pick Congress Hotel front and back reception from 4 p.m. to 11 p.m. I enjoyed the front as many of the airlines used the hotel for pilots and stewardesses. In the 50s, many of the stewardesses were beautiful like movie stars. They came in late in the evening and loved giving them their keys. I didn't like the back where I had to type the names and room number of customers on to addresograph where carbons will smear my fingers. Added to that I as a telephone operator had to deal with irate callers or customers. But now all those events are pleasurable memories.
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