Lynn, Lynn, City of Sin
You don't come out the way you went in
I had a temp job in Lynn a number of years ago that, were it not for the commute from JP, might well have turned out to have been the best job ever (for a temp job that you're not interested in anything about but the paycheck). It was a printing company that printed bank statements for the entire north east, and all I had to do was check the print orders against the receipts for the actual print jobs, once they were done, to make sure they matched up, but since the jobs were so massive, it would take all day to print one, so I'd have at MOST 2 orders come across my desk in a day. I read so many books, wrote so much stuff down, made decent money (for those days and that age), AND my hours were 3 PM - 11 PM, so I could have a full half day to do whatever I needed to (including sleep), and STILL be able to go out for a couple of hours after work. But oh - the horros of Weylu and Kowloon rising up on the hill, and the steady stream of Walt's Roast Beefs, Papa Ginos, and Christmas Tree Shops... Ugh!
