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Any concern for the future has been replaced by a persistent desire to blow off all my funds.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.
“Amble like a cow!” Brian the PhD candidate called from across the ridge.
I was no longer the girl who was always scared; instead, I was the girl who could scare.
If you had told me that being poor would be the most expensive thing I have ever experienced, I wouldn’t have believed you.
I imagined myself on talk shows on both sides of the pond and could almost hear Gayle King’s laugh when I told her about Googling “sneaky money.”