Yeah, so I am in the midst of this huge book project. I walk in the door of the recycling center and I am greeted by people who are happy to see me. And I am happy to see them. I put on a reflective vest and my so-called workday begins.
My job revolves around books and where they go. I confer with others about this, then go downstairs and start moving them around. Today I moved children’s books upstairs – a crew of four cleaned and sorted them. And two of the crew are soon to go online and see if some might be sold. I also boxed and catalogued sale books.
Here’s the catch. It does not appear as though I am going to be paid for my ongoing efforts. I have been told Pete is board member, and so this is a conflict of interest. I learned this late on Monday night, after spending the evening sorting. I bitched about it some. But then as we were driving home, I looked out the car window and I saw the snow swirling across the road under the light of the full moon – and suddenly was overcome with a sense of calm. It would be easiest, for the sake of this narrative, to say that I immediately knew what I should do. But the truth is, I’m a slow processor (or so I’ve been told), so it sometimes takes a while for me to figure things out.
Mom and Dad – this is what I figured out. I am not going to grovel for minimum wage pay. It’s not worth the time, effort, or duress. I would just as soon stand around on a street corner with a sign that says Will Work for Food. My gloves seldom match so my hands would get too cold.
I feel good about this decision – in part because this complements my project vision. Anyhow, my feet remain firmly on the ground.
Your daughter from afar,
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