Tag: A Worker’s Prayer
It’s been five months since I quit teaching. For three months I worked forty hours at Starbucks and read a lot: Hunger Games, The Lord of the Rings, Psalms, Surprised by Joy, Letters to a Young Poet. It’s been almost two months since I started work at a call center; forty hours there, twenty hours at Starbucks. I had hoped to work two jobs through Christmas, but when I got home one day and couldn’t stop crying, I gave my two-weeks at Starbucks. So now both familiar jobs, teaching and Starbucks, the ones that supported me in grad school, France, and when I returned to Louisville, are gone.
The reasons I’ve left these jobs are money and writing. I can’t complain about money, really. I have enough for rent and small luxuries, but not enough to save, travel, or buy my … Read More »