Regarding temporary jobs.
So last Thursday around 1510, I received a phone call from my head hunter while I had brown-colored dye in my hair. The bleaching material barely stuck to the plastic covering of my smartphone.
The temporary job interview is supposed to start today, Monday. The job is worth between $15-16 per hour and the caveat was twenty hours per week.
Now, as a college graduate, I’m worth more than the $15 minimum wage of flipping burgers at McD, which we got tired of eating. So far there is no shit. And no one will hire older workers comme moi.
Maybe, I should be a YouTube personality and make money online like other beggars and sell books, CDs, and show my boogers and boobs and say offensive words.
Maybe, I’ll just be a nun, pretend to be sincere, get tax-free cash out of pity from sincere yet gullible worshippers, and get free food, clothing of long gowns and veils, lodging, transportation, AND vacations, too!
Lots of Filipinos are into that scheme. It gets then out of poverty and their home country. And they get to meet people who don’t get it.
Yeah, so I’m not earning money and living with my parents. That’s tough, eh, for someone living in America.
I’ve read online that black and brown immigrants get free televisions, smartphones, food, and clothing, just for crossing the borders of white nations.
I wonder if I could get free handouts from crossing the borders of African nations and maybe get a free ride to see some lions, eh?
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