Unfulfilled desires leave a bitter taste. No one wants that, right? Of course not! In today’s
modern world there is only one way to achieve the desires brought out by cultural and technological advancement, money. Money pays for your iPhone, but hard work pays for you money. Teenagers and young adults know this well and as such look for work, work to satisfy desire and not so much necessity.
From first hand experience I know that low-wage work isn’t too glamorous. You can be sitting around doing some menial office job or be outside repetitiously running your hand routine of up and down until your hard work changes the color on that wall. That at, least, was my first year of working at my High school back home. Working menial jobs can be gruelling if there’s no entertainment tossed into the mix, but thankfully the people that were working with me weren't a sad lot. They were my classmates, the were my friends, and this is why I looked forward to working during the summers at school. I had fun.
Year two of summer working was more or less the same: boring work, fun people. The great news was that doing good work helps to build a good relationship with the boss. It also helps to know how to deal with technology. Sooner or later you’ll find yourself with a higher paying job with relatively easier work, or at least I did. Working with computers was a terrific, it was something I enojyed. It wasn’t all easy work though, especially when I had to lug around twenty-plus pound computers across school (which was small, but nevertheless laborious), but then again I was mostly sitting down working my hands and not my arms.
What would happen, if say, you were in an accident? Bad things. You worked all those hours to pay for the next big thing coming out this summer but life happens, you hit a car on the job. So I wasn’t licensed back then, but we’re talking about golf carts here, no license required. But the sad truth is the license isn’t just for show, it’s to show that you went through training to become a competent driver. I wasn’t exactly a competent driver back then and ended having to payoff the damages I caused to that evil car. Here I am complaining how I couldn’t use my money to buy a new computer system, but my life was still stable and happy. If this were to happen to a impoverished low-wage worker it would break him --a this would be death.
The question has to be asked then, what would it be like if I wasn’t in such a sheltered environment? If I had to suddenly move to a new town with different people who aren’t so nice?
Reading the life experiences of real, everyday low-wage workers scares me. I have to ask myself, is this where my future is going to lead me? I don’t expect to end up as low-wage worker, but then again I don’t know how I will be supporting myself after college. If I don’t have a plan, it’s too painstaking obviously that I won’t have a future.
modern world there is only one way to achieve the desires brought out by cultural and technological advancement, money. Money pays for your iPhone, but hard work pays for you money. Teenagers and young adults know this well and as such look for work, work to satisfy desire and not so much necessity.
From first hand experience I know that low-wage work isn’t too glamorous. You can be sitting around doing some menial office job or be outside repetitiously running your hand routine of up and down until your hard work changes the color on that wall. That at, least, was my first year of working at my High school back home. Working menial jobs can be gruelling if there’s no entertainment tossed into the mix, but thankfully the people that were working with me weren't a sad lot. They were my classmates, the were my friends, and this is why I looked forward to working during the summers at school. I had fun.
Year two of summer working was more or less the same: boring work, fun people. The great news was that doing good work helps to build a good relationship with the boss. It also helps to know how to deal with technology. Sooner or later you’ll find yourself with a higher paying job with relatively easier work, or at least I did. Working with computers was a terrific, it was something I enojyed. It wasn’t all easy work though, especially when I had to lug around twenty-plus pound computers across school (which was small, but nevertheless laborious), but then again I was mostly sitting down working my hands and not my arms.
What would happen, if say, you were in an accident? Bad things. You worked all those hours to pay for the next big thing coming out this summer but life happens, you hit a car on the job. So I wasn’t licensed back then, but we’re talking about golf carts here, no license required. But the sad truth is the license isn’t just for show, it’s to show that you went through training to become a competent driver. I wasn’t exactly a competent driver back then and ended having to payoff the damages I caused to that evil car. Here I am complaining how I couldn’t use my money to buy a new computer system, but my life was still stable and happy. If this were to happen to a impoverished low-wage worker it would break him --a this would be death.
The question has to be asked then, what would it be like if I wasn’t in such a sheltered environment? If I had to suddenly move to a new town with different people who aren’t so nice?
Reading the life experiences of real, everyday low-wage workers scares me. I have to ask myself, is this where my future is going to lead me? I don’t expect to end up as low-wage worker, but then again I don’t know how I will be supporting myself after college. If I don’t have a plan, it’s too painstaking obviously that I won’t have a future.
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