Work, work, work, work, work, sings Rihanna through the grocery store sound system. Why do we have to do it? What else do we have to do? The questions are staging a comeback. Old dreams of new deals and new dreams of old jobs wake and walk.
I’d found the job on Idealist. “Work to house the homeless,” the description had said.
About a year ago, a strange thing happened to my roommate and me. The two of us were sharing one small room in a sort […]