The Onion A.V. Club writers discuss the songs and movies that remind them of their first jobs. My first job was at a fast-food restaurant that specialized in frozen custard and roast beef sandwiches. Before you make fun of me, keep in mind that I went to an all boys high school, and the girls who worked at the custard stand were very pretty, and over the course of the summer I got to see them eat a lot of ice cream cones. Anyway, the custard stand piped in music from some sort of soulless, corporate playlist, but every shift it played Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" and "Together Forever." The girls would all sing and dance along, and, it they hadn't been so pretty, I wouldn't have joined in.
Moving on . . .
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