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.
“Nah.”
“How long have you been working here?”
“Nine months.”
“Do you like it?”
“As much as I would like any minimum wage job.” Continue reading “[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs”