For a misspent year, I cleaned toilets and stocked concession stands in a decrepit baseball stadium in Chattanooga, Tenn. It was miserable work with miserable pay.
Sean Murphy
The stadium was an absolute dump, although overflowing with history since it had been hosting baseball games for nearly a century before I arrived. The concession stands were tiny and quite dirty most of the time. Boxes were stacked where boxes shouldn’t have been stacked. Oil for the French fries that should have been changed frequently resembled an overhead view of the Mississippi River.
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