In June 2004, O’Connell Street, Dublin’s main thoroughfare, spoke Polish. Or so it seemed, anyway, to me and the many other Poles there looking for a place to stay and a job—any job. I was lucky: I got one at a lunch franchise called Itsa Bagel. I wore a fully organic gray linen apron, made fancy sandwiches I couldn’t afford, and gained both a healthy appreciation for the hard work of employees in the service sector and a firm resolve that I never wanted to be one again. But I was 21, had just finished my third year of university, …read more
Source: The American Interest
