by Sophie—Age 35—Eindhoven, The Netherlands So here it is, I am taking a break. A break from working life. A break to figure it out. It is not a sad story, it is a choice. The first job I can remember was a holiday job as supervisor in a summer camp with kids aged six [...]
by Stephanie—Age 25—Fort Worth, TX Meat patties sizzle on the grill. I’m stuck cleaning the bathrooms because I’m The New Girl. Then, it’s out to the dumpster with an overstuffed, smelly trash bag. At 16, I’d had trouble finding a job, so my mom suggested I apply at one of our town’s three Dairy Queens. [...]
by Suzi—Age 63—Reading, PA When someone asks what I do for a living, I answer that I’m a consultant. Since I am single, I can talk about my work with no one to refute what I am saying, so I get to define myself professionally each time I’m asked. Usually it’s easy to answer “marketing” [...]
by Maria—Age39—Springfield, MA Orange vest, white plastic helmet and a trash pick. As a teen, I was a litter picker as part of the summer youth job program. Years before those convicted of non-violent crimes picked and stuffed trash into neon yellow trash bags within sight of a sheriff’s van. We picked and stuffed bottles [...]
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