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Archive for January 2007

The

by Brad — Age 27 — Portland, OR Of all the jobs I’ve had, none of them can match my first. In high school, I worked fast food. (Yes, this really is the job I’m picking as my favorite.) The pay may have sucked, and I got no benefits, and some classmates laughed at me [...]

Graveyard

Natalie Backus — Age 28 — Portland, OR A decapitated deer carcass. Used panties. Drunk strangers napping underneath heavy boxes. Working the graveyard shift at a retail establishment means you will find things that our counterparts in the daylight will never get to see. We make sure the unsightly parts are swept under the rug [...]

Woman

by Hannah — Age 30 — San Francisco, CA Everyone head-butts a brick wall with their job, after about six months. Particularly when one has spent the past three years earning a master’s degree in something that has absolutely nothing to do with one’s current employment. Thankfully, before some of us overdose from the combination [...]

Rock

by Helen — Age 30 — Brooklyn, NY I promote and book gigs for my friend’s band. I get paid twenty dollars an hour; I exult in the luxury of this pay rate, and feel guilty about it. I print photos at the library, mail press kits at the post office, buy padded mailers at [...]