Job 1 is most weekends. Job 2 "includes weekends" - not sure how relative they are, but OP would find himself working some weekends regardless of which job they took.

He was just baiting you.

It's usually a combination of cost (sand is cheaper than salt) and local freshwater (specifically reservoirs, where sand runoff from the roads isn't so bad, but salt can really mess with the wildlife in the lake/pond)

"Dunks" is quite acceptable too. "Dunkin Donuts" if you're not into the whole brevity thing, but never "Dunkins"

Ok, I get that there has to be some standard here. But when you're dealing with a thousandth of a second, there's a few things that could be at play here that are outside the runners' control that could affect how long it takes the sound to hit the runners' ears (leaving out the body's ability to process that sound, as that's part of the race I guess)

A few off the top of my head:

Wind difference, both speed and direction, between inside and outside lanes. Not even for the obvious reason of helping/hurting some runners differently than others, but for the fact that it will affect the time it takes for the sound of the pistol to reach them.

Humidity difference across lanes.

In a dash where there's no running distance advantage to inside/outside lanes, now you have to deal with distance away from the starting pistol.

I wonder if eliminating the pistol and going strictly to a red/yellow/green light system like drag racing would work. I guess it could, but then these differences all crop up again if you start measuring down to the trillionth of a second...

Yeah, at Lizzie Borden's house in Fall River (now a "haunted" B&B). This was 8 or 9 years ago I guess. Sleeping soundly, and in the middle of the night, I heard a cat meowing or purring. It woke me up, and I was definitely awake, not dreaming. Heard it for maybe 30 seconds or so. Next morning, I mentioned it at breakfast and the woman running the place said the cat can often be heard but is never seen. The fact that there was a ghost cat there at all didn't come up in any of the stories we heard about the house the night before, but apparently they did have a cat.

Supposedly there are the spirits of her father and stepmother there, but aside from the cat, nothing weird happened that night.

And usually your tip doesn't go entirely to your server. The waitstaff usually tips out the bartenders, bussers, and sometimes hosts/hostesses out of their pocket when they cash out for their shift. Often this doesn't mean handing over money personally, but having someone in the office either figure it out for them or just gather it all up in one place, and then the recipient picking it up later when it's all calculated.

Source: Was a busboy in high school, my sister is a waitress, and my mother managed a restaurant for a million years.