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I've long imagined that working at Chuck E Cheese would be a really rough job.

Every day, you're dealing with several tables of a dozen or more children, at least one of whom is having the biggest day of their year, and you're responsible for bringing them giant doses of sugar and pizza so they can be properly riled up before they play games. And when a kid's sugar rush crashes and they lose a game, all hell breaks loose with their emotions and they have a big, loud breakdown. The parents only have to deal with this magnitude of chaos every few months, but you get to do it every single day, for near minimum wage.