What It’s Like To Work at Home For $15/Hour
The first thing I do every morning is open the refrigerator.
I grab a box of peanut butter and jelly and pour it on a plate, then pour a bowl of almond milk into a jar.
My assistant, a blonde-haired, gray-haired woman in her mid-30s, takes the plate and spoon and turns it upside down to mix it in with the peanut butter.
She places it in the microwave, and I take my time, checking every time the spoon hits the bottom of the bowl.
Then I pull the spoon out of the microwave and flip it over, and the spoon and jar start to mix, and everything looks exactly the same.
I put my hand over the bowl to avoid getting the peanut in the jar.
I do not want the jar to explode.
This happens about five times in a row.
The jar, I guess, is a reminder that I am not an expert.
It is a way to prove I am capable of doing something, even if I am working only two hours a week.
My colleagues who are not working full-time have to put in long hours to maintain the company’s balance sheet, and my salary is not a luxury.
It’s something I have to earn every single day.
The first time I realized I was worth more than $10 an hour came in September 2014, when I took a job at a grocery store.
The job paid $14.95 an hour, but it didn’t offer benefits.
I had to work 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and had to get in on weekends and holidays.
I did not have a regular lunch, and on Mondays I ate out in a small restaurant.
The $14-an-hour pay was too much to live on for me, so I decided to go back to school to earn my diploma.
I went through my classes, took the required exam, took an online course, and did a second interview.
I felt like I had done everything I could to improve my skills.
I knew my interviewer was going to pay me more than I should have been.
But that was not the case.
“We’re going to do this by your standards,” she said, “but the real reason you should be paying you more is because of the hours you’re putting in.”
I was so impressed that I was surprised that she didn’t pay me a lot more.
She wanted me to be as productive as possible, but she had a point.
She told me I should get the same amount of work done that my peers were doing because I could not be the same person working at home.
But she also told me, “You’re going from this job to a house.
You have to do it by the rules of the house.”
My salary was $18 an hour.
The rest of my income was split between utilities, rent, food, transportation, and child care.
It was not enough for me to pay for the things I really wanted, like the house I had wanted, the house my parents wanted, and all the stuff I wanted to do, like my daughter.
I could have gotten married, had kids, and been happy.
But instead, I chose to be a stay-at-home mom.
As soon as I got the job, I had an enormous amount of anxiety.
It took about three months to adjust to it.
I would spend my days working out, watching movies, reading books, doing whatever it was I was supposed to be doing.
When I had time to relax, I would come home, take a shower, and relax.
I didn’t know what was going on with my mind, but I could feel it.
At the same time, I was terrified of what was coming.
It wasn’t my fault.
The world had changed, and suddenly I was trapped in a job I did because my brain did not work as well.
The only way I could make sense of it was to read books.
I started reading all the time, and in college I read a lot about psychology and neuroscience.
I tried reading more psychology books and books about neuroscience, and they made me feel less anxious and less stuck.
Eventually I was able to figure out why I was getting so much anxiety.
I think that my anxiety was a result of my career.
I was a stay at-home mother.
In the early 2000s, the unemployment rate was around 8.5 percent.
At that time, people with college degrees were working 40 hours a month and earning $70,000 to $80,000 a year.
They had a job, but they were not paid well.
They were not guaranteed a good-paying job.
So they were stuck.
If I was lucky, I could get a job with good benefits.
My job was the one I loved.
But it wasn’t the only job I loved, because there were also many jobs that