It seemed that the whole world was made up of things I couldn’t afford.[…] My life was being spent pushing around meaningless papers that had nothing to do with living. I wasn’t doing anything positive. I wasn’t making anything, creating anything, or contributing to anything. After a while, I wanted to tell them to take their papers and their job and shove it.
But at first I wasn’t like that. After weeks of looking for a job, I was grateful just to have one. I didn’t think about low pay, indecent working conditions, no medical benefits, only one week vacation. I was happy just to be working. I identified with the job and talked about “our” company and told people what “we” manufactured. I wasn’t making two cents over lunch money and talked like I owned the place.
I remember once I was working in some joint where they made trailers. I had a job pushing papers. I told one of my aunt’s friends that she should buy one of those trailers if she ever wanted one. She looked at me like I was crazy. “Why?” she asked. “Are they going to give me a discount?” I felt so stupid. It hit me. They wouldn’t even give me a discount and I was working there."