I refuse to go another day. I’m done twisting my back 7-to-5 every day to still end up little better than broke. My damn boss won’t even pay for Memorial Day. I was not allowed to work that day, but my contract doesn’t make them pay me for the forced time out. Why can’t he see that wasting my time like that truly hurts me? He knows I’m on my own.
This is my youth, my life. I’m going to give a dead-end job all my time and strength, and then I’ll be an old, burnt out man with wrecked joints. I can’t afford to start […]