[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to cut my lock. It was a fifteen walk to my bike. To avoid the awkward silence, I tried to make small talk with the guy assigned to help me.

“Are you a student?” I asked.


“How long have you been working here?”

“Nine months.”

“Do you like it?”

“As much as I would like any minimum wage job.”

I laughed. He didn’t. It wasn’t a joke. We fell silent again and this time it’s even more awkward. I suddenly had this uncomfortable feeling of being with someone who doesn’t like me. He hated me. He probably thought that I’d never understand his pain — working a minimum wage job serving privileged kids who would make five times more money as soon as we graduate. I, together with other Stanford students and graduates, was the reason why the rent went up and drove him out of his house.


Dani went to college in Germany. One day, a visiting American student went to his campus cafeteria for food. He tried to explain to the guy behind the counter his order, in English. The guy behind the counter just looked at him and said in German:

“Wenn ich englisch sprechen würde, würde ich nicht hier hinterm Tresen stehen.”

(If I could speak English, I wouldn’t be working here.)


Today was a hot day in Mountain View. I went to the Starbucks down the street for a cup of salted caramel frappuccino. When my order was being made, I asked the girl if it was possible to make it less sweet. She looked at me like I was one of those pretentious, half-ass health-conscious nuts who order a double whopper mac burger with a diet Coke, and said:

“It has about 30 different kinds of sugar with whole milk and whipped cream.”

I really wasn’t worried about the calories. I just didn’t want my drink to be too sweet.


This post doesn’t have a point. I was just jotting down my thoughts.

[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

4 thoughts on “[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

  1. It’s not like this post has to be named or anything, but I tried to name it anyway, and it was hard to come up with an appropriate title. Sometimes it’s just hard to know what would be the right thing to do, so just try to live sincerely the way you know how to do it, I guess? Anyhow just drop in to say I love your posts, please keep blogging 🙂

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