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It used to be different, long ago. My mom never graduated from high school, so even 40 and 50 years ago all she could get was jobs in industrial laundries. But I remember going to work with her at age 8 or 9 on days when she couldn't get child care and nobody said a thing. Used to sneak down on the floor and run around between the steam presses until somebody caught me.
I remember playing with the owner's kids and going over to his house to hang out. She eventually quit to raise us full time, but she went back several times over the years. All she had to do was call, and she had a job, even 20 years later.
Thing is, I don't think that old boss thought he was any better than any of the people who worked for him, just luckier, and he treated them accordingly. You don't see that so much anymore.
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