"Worst: A disher in your major city's convention center. Anyone who has done this knows you're a privileged mother fuck to have anything else. I'd lick the elephants asshole clean before I went back to such a hell hole."
Hey, it's not THAT bad. My summer job two summers ago was working for a catering company at the Toronto Congress Center. It was a lot of fun, though I was never relegated to dish duty, it didn't look that bad. It paid $10 an hour (improved to $11.50 later), I didn't have to work any nights I didn't want to, and the timing was great for me since I'm a night owl. It was usually like 6 pm - 2 am give or take a few hours.
I worked mostly as a banquet waiter, and the best part was that we got to eat the same food afterwards, and a lot of it, and it was all great stuff like steak and spanakopita, and other things that rich white people like. I got to see live performances by The Bare Naked Ladies and Earth, Wind, and Fire. I worked with a bunch of friends, and sue us, but we got drunk on the job quite a lot (wine was everywhere). It made the time and work go by faster and it was a blast, and I didn't make any major mistakes!
In addition, the late nights working meant that whenever I wanted to stay out extra late with friends, I could just tell my parents I was working, which happened often enough that my parents simply dropped the curfew. It was a great run, but it ended when the owner of my catering company was found to have been embezzling employment insurance money. Ironic enough, since I lost my job as a result.
Working there taught me that most employees in the food and hospitality industry care very little about you... the soup of the day is always made out of whatever's leftover or in abundance or cannot be gotten rid of otherwise... there's enormous amounts of waste, I'm talking several huge bags full of wet pasta and sauce that take three people to lift on to a truck.