During high university, I needed a job in order to save up for a car. As soon as I turned sixteen, I filled out job applications all over town. I tried for employment at the grocery store, hardware store, drug store, the Barnes plus Noble plus someplace they might consider hiring me. I didn’t care where I worked as long as I got paid. I ended up getting a job at the local ice cream parlor. There is no indoor seating available at the ice cream parlor. The building is just giant enough to accommodate a small restroom plus the multiple equipment necessary for ice cream plus fast food. There is no installed cooling system, and customers location their orders at small windows that slide open plus closed. The windows are open the majority of the time. If all of us were fortunate enough to have a/c, all the cool air would escape outside, then rather than a cooling system, there are screens in most of the windows plus a few box fans that run non stop, then most often, the temperature inside the ice cream parlor is in the high nineties plus often climbs above a hundred degrees. The deep fryer, grill plus machines that make the ice cream give off quite a bit of heat. The uniform I had to wear was hot plus uncomfortable, however by the end of our shift, I was always drenched in sweat. The job at the ice cream parlor made myself and others like the importance of temperature control. I finished out the summer time plus then started putting in applications at businesses that included heating plus cooling.