Yes, I spent all of my money freshman year on partying. I came home drunk one night and crashed my car into another students car. I parked in another lot and tried to be slick about it. 4 am campus security knocks on my door. My license plate fell off next to the car I hit and I was caught red handed. The dude I hit was there and I basically told him I would pay for the damage in cash, but I would have to pay him $100 per week until it was paid back. He agreed and I had to find a job asap. I had money for week one covered, so I had some time to try and find work. I went to foot locker, champs, Macy's, etc.....and no one was hiring, but at least I was able to drop off apps and meet some of the managers if they decided they ever needed help. I was losing hope, I wanted to keep this from my mom and didn;t want to have to use insurance for this bullshyt so I had to find a job. A couple days pass and I get no calls. It was then when I made a decision I never thought I would have to make....McDonalds. I walked in, applied, was interviewed, hired, and set up for training the next day. Boom, I had a job working at Mcds making nothing, but it was better then no job. Day 1, they walk me around and train me on the different cooking stations. They showed me how everything worked, but I had to start on the burger grill. Day 2 normal day, still on grill and not asked to do shyt else, boring but I got some free food. Day 3 back to the grill, but this was my first lunch rush I had worked. It was busy as shyt and I was knocing them patties out when all of the sudden the manager says I need to learn how to make sandwiches and I need to learn now. He gives me a 3 ring notebook with all of the sandwiches and has me read it for 5 mins, throws me on the line with just cards to read off of in front of me, and says go. I was doing alright, but he kept pointing out shyt I wasn't doing up to his standard. I put too many onions on a hamburger, or I needed more mac sauce, etc...After about 30 mins of listening to this cat, I turn around and take off my apron and put it over his neck. I told him, "you make the fukkin sandwiches." I untuck my shirt, grab two mcchickens and walk out that bytch never to return.....Best part is that 2 days after quitting, Champs sports called me and ended up hiring me and I worked there for the remainder of college. Paid dude back and till this day mom dukes knows nothing.