When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to break my lock. It was a fifteen walk to the place where my bike was locked. To break the awkward silence, I decided 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” →