by Sevgi Zubeyde Gurbuz—Age 30—Marietta, GA
There are two me’s. The first is stable, rational, well-educated, and successful: the engineer who followed in her parents’ footsteps, taking the safe, sure path. The other is the dangerous, adventure-seeking, undaunted dreamer; a pilot, expertly gunning down enemy warplanes, surviving impossible dogfights.
There is who I am, and who I […]
by Rhonda Laurel—Age 33—Irvington, NJ
I work in the mortgage industry and have been working in this field for a few years. I often say that the mortgage industry is the wasteland for people who had potential at some point in their lives to follow another career path but it didn’t pan out. I am surrounded […]
by CD Collins—Age 33—Cooperstown, NY
You don’t work, you don’t eat, man. That’s the bare bones of it, although it gets way more complicated than that. It is the acid test of our lives, the measure, the worth, etcetera. After a BS in English and a BS in Philosophy, I do the same JOB as […]
by Lori—Age 26—Seattle, WA
Right now, I’m making someone else rich. The details aren’t really all that important. I push a keyboard, hold down a desk, shuffle papers, and fake a smile when I really want to scream. Every two weeks, I get a few hundred bucks as a “thank you” for doing my part in […]
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