Sometimes the older men needed a Red Bull, but the boss put up security cameras in the kitchen area so he could tell if you had a Red Bull. He wouldn’t even charge you for it if you had one. He’d just fire you. Do you think I need you? I don’t even need to put an ad in the newspaper for this job. There are twenty Mexicans who’d line up for your job—you think I’m going to spot you a Red Bull?
