A Quote by Marco Rubio

My dad was a bartender that worked banquets. So that meant holidays, weekends, nights. — © Marco Rubio
My dad was a bartender that worked banquets. So that meant holidays, weekends, nights.
My parents were workers. My mom, especially in my high school years, was a stock clerk at Kmart... My dad was a bartender that worked banquets.
My dad was a cop. My mom worked at various jobs - she worked as a homemaker, a bank teller, a bartender.
I work from mornings to late nights, even on weekends and holidays. I hardly have any free time, let alone time to play other games.
My dad worked nights. When I got home from school I was able to go hang out with my dad and play some golf.
Players have exams, banquets, awards, and holidays, so it's easy to slip up and lose focus.
I watched my parents. My dad worked nights, and I was aware of how much he was doing for us. My mom was a Tupperware lady and also worked at the school. I always felt that I couldn't let them down. And I had a natural discipline from early on. I was always training for something.
My dad worked nights mostly and while we were growing up, and my mother also worked, so there were times where, when it was just the two of us at home, and, you know, they gave us a pretty long leash, actually.
My dad was a presence, of course, but he worked nights a lot, and I would only see him one day a week.
My sister and I would race on the weekends. It was a way for my sister, my mom and me to spend time with my dad. He worked all week and worked a lot so it was a great way for us to spend time as a family and have fun.
My dad was a telegraph operator for the Cotton Belt Railroad. He worked seven nights a week from 4 until midnight, no vacation.
I worked every waking minute, nights and weekends, in order to make enough money to buy those summers off, and even then we wouldn't have made it except that my mother helped out with a yearly check and my father bought me a car when my old one die
My dad worked 12-hour shifts in the Kodak factory - I remember creeping about when he was on nights - but he was also lead singer in a band playing in British Legion and working men's clubs. My earliest memories are of being sat at the back of a pub, falling asleep on the bench while my dad played.
I grew up in New York City, and both my parents worked. On weekends, we'd go out to the country, and on Sunday nights we'd come back. Sometimes we were a little cranky - it was a long drive. But we could always look forward to one thing: my mother's ziti and meat sauce.
If all our national holidays were observed on Wednesdays, we could wind up with nine-day weekends.
In Asia, it is very hectic - there is no overtime, no holidays, no weekends. It's pretty rushed because they are trying to cut the deadline.
I was bartending in Boston five, six nights a week, living in my grandmother's condo. By the way, I'm a really good bartender - that's the only skill I can confidently say I have.
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