In Honor of Those Who Work Too Hard for Too Little
My last post detailed my horrific return to teaching after years of not teaching. After that incident, I decided to cash in my educational retirement money to make ends meet. But it would take months to process and in the meantime, I still needed to make a little money. Even when the retirement money came in, it wasn't much, so I would need to keep some kind of part-time work. I didn't care what kind of work I did. It didn't have to be anything that reflected my level of education or administrative experience. Work is work, I thought. One day, I walked into a hotel in Moriarty and asked about front desk positions. I had been a desk clerk before at a hotel in Los Alamos a long long time ago. No, the manager said, they didn't have those positions but they had one "very part-time laundry" opening. It would be weekends, maybe 16-20 hours total. That sounded perfect! My son worked at the local laundromat and I knew what kind of work that entailed. I was in...