by Jennifer—Age 32—Columbia, MO
You worked first at Wal-Mart, where you took the money of the President you watched from your little bed by the TV when you still lived in the trailer. You wanted him to win again; he didn’t. Now you made him change. They were paying you a quarter over minimum wage, and […]
by Blake—Age 28—Atlanta, GA
Last night on my way home from the law office where I call to collect on past-due bills, I stopped at a BP in a sketchy part of Atlanta to buy some candy. As I came in I saw an older black man yelling at the attendant glassed in behind the counter. […]
by Mike—Age 21—Bowling Green, KY
Nobody told me it’d be like this, my first job. Piddling coworkers sloshing bits of meat and tear drops of grease into the air and into your skin. The indolent managers hunched over trashcans hacking pieces of black lung and sucking down cigarettes.
My coworker, Paul, arrives in the backdoor…late again. He’s […]
by Charlie—Age 44—Oxford, PA
“Daddy works in the bedroom and mommy helps him,” my son volunteered to Mrs. Rohrer, his kindergarten teacher. “I’m sure there’s a good explanation,” she assured us while anticipating a faculty lounge home run.
No amount of office equipment could fool a kindergartner’s sharp eye for flowered wallpaper and glow-in-the-dark stars on the […]
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