Working at a “gratuity-free” restaurant made waiting tables in New York worth it.
“Sometimes people act like children,” my boss told me the first day she designated me the cupcake bouncer. “So you have to treat them like children.”
Within a short time I knew all the acronyms: UI (Unemployment Insurance), EBT (Electronic Benefits Transfer), SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program), KYHC (Keep Your Home California), Medi-Cal.
The experience was surreal and taught me a lot about the world, in the way that only personal experience in a difficult task can.
If you love fixing stairs, and believe something sinister is hiding under them, this job is for you.
I’d never expected to embrace any kind of nudity, still less be paid for it.
I’m supposed to start working for the IRS in February — and I need this job.
Any concern for the future has been replaced by a persistent desire to blow off all my funds.
There isn’t a single job I’ve ever worked where I didn’t wonder what my coworkers were making.