Go Find A Real Job She has applied to over 20 minimum wage jobs in her surrounding are. They tell her its fine until she gets a real job. She works full time, on her feet for most of the time and running like she's training for a marathon. They tell her one day she will get a real job. A real Job is working, helping the community, the people around you. The ones who pester her to get a 'real' Job are at their jobs sipping coffee, in waspy attire, behind a desk, on the telephone, perhaps occasionally in meetings. You serve disgruntled customers and teens who expect you to wait on their every need. People looking at you as though you have contagious disease, and looking upon you as though you are less human because you do not have a 'real' office job. You take my minimum wage job and you come back to me and tell me who has the 'real' job then. He who laughs first laughs last.

Is There Room For One More? As I sat alone on the library bench I couldn't help but feel lonely. There are about 15 benches and only one is being occupied right now, by me. I'm 19 years old, a recent graduate, unemployed, and my mother is about to throw me on my ass. My boyfriend is working 6 hours north to support us, but here I am sitting on a bench at a public library. A man muttering to himself caught my attention. My first thought was I hope he doesn't see me! Why of course he will damn it I am the only soul here. "how hot do you think it is?" Shit. "uhh... About 90*" "I'll say; more like 95*" I really don't have time for this. I'm Suppse to be job hunting. Well this man, Tom had me sitting for an eternity engaging me in every subject possible. The 5 minutes turned in to an hour and another contact saved in my phone. Let me know if you guys want more details