A Jobless Sticker

The name is Roger, Roger Felix; I’m living in the the worst few years anyone ever could live in 1932. It all started in 1929 when the stock market had crashed, from that moment on the rate of unemployment had risen significantly. The only thing I have going for me is that I got a job building that Rockefeller Building in the one and only New York City. Personally, I don’t know how that the big shot Mr. Rockefeller can fund over 40,000 jobs in this economy but he manages to do it. So, The days begin at 5:30 A.M usually; I have to wake up an thirty minutes before work so that I can walk over to the fancy dancy building on time. I live in the city, and I share an apartment with Tommy, Johnny, and Robert. We all work together, but I still feel

We got to our destination, picked a hoe, my gloves, my rag, my hat and exited the bus. Our job was to clean all the weeds around the pumpkins. We began to work I had no previous experience using a hoe. I started to fall behind. Bending over too much to yank out the weeds I saw the others advance. That’s when I remembered what the boss said before getting on the bus. “Those who cannot keep up with the group will be laid off.” As time went by the hotter it got. Midway through the day a woman fainted from dehydration. “Esta agua está lo suficientemente caliente para tomar un café “ said an old man. I think at least 4 people quit that day. My first time going to the bathroom there was hideous it smelled so bad one could barely breathe without getting nausea. Their wasn’t a specific bathroom for men or women. As days went by I started to go faster. I couldn’t have done it without the tips from the experienced workers. “Hazlo asi” they would say. 2 weeks pasted and we got our check. A 16-year-old told me he put down 6 dependents on his application. One hot day our supervisor asked the owner of the farm why they put ice more often in the water they gave us and the owner said “It’s better than

alcohol in his blood. He will make less than 25,000 dollars this year in his new back breaking job it's the best he can now get for being an illegal immigrant. It saddens me every time to think that he raised his six kids thanks to the job at WCA in which he had over 17 years working their and he lost it on November of 2015 because of his alcoholism issues. My mom has never worked in her life and is incapable of doing so because of her back problems. My dad has always been the financial source in my family. I began to work in July of 2016 to provide money to contribute with rent because we are monthly off by 500 on just rent itself. Currently my dad owes

Mainly because he knows that there is somebody out there who needs and he could not live with the feeling that he wasted something that someone else needed. My grandpa is also extremely hard working and will never quit a job until it is done. He has made his own house and pavilion, which is basically a small hut where my family likes to gather and have celebrations like birthdays and family reunions. Earlier this year my abuelo even helped us prepare our house to put up on the market. He tore down the somewhat melted sidings on our house from our grill that caught on fire and put up brand new ones, power washed our driveway, and even helped my dad put the railing back up on the stairs that kept falling

Such as, bailing him from jail, allowing him to stay at his house even in his late 40’s, he has given him money, caring, love, and much needed parental guidance. He has done much, more than this. However, his most important act of kindness was the hardest. He let go, after so many years of being used by his own son, he and his wife decided to cut all ties. His son was near in his 40’s, they thought he would grow out of the behavior, but he never did.

He came alone from Mexico in the year 1973, a year in which the improvements of the 1950s and 1960s were already coming to an end. He had left his wife and three kids behind in hopes of finding a better life for them. He saw America as the land of opportunity and loved everything about it even though he had such a hard time finding work in the beginning. Despite the fact that the median paycheck doubled in the 1970s and blue-collar workers were supposedly making financial progress, it took about 20 years before my grandfather could be reunited with the rest of his

So, him and his engineer friend opened a place called Mortemers Pizza. After eight years a good selling price came up and my Papa decided he wanted to try something else new. When I asked him why he wanted to keep changing what he did he told me he "didn't want to live within the comfort zone." He did a few things here and there buy a farm in Wisconsin to rent out to people and bought a transformer company. (Raised my mom.) He also reconnected with his engineer friend, who helped him with his restaurant, and started a power conditioning company called Oneac, which had originally started off with three workers and ended up with 150. He eventually sold Oneac 15 years later because he would have to give up his law practice if he

Anyway so I was in Kuwait, had left behind my family which included my Mom and Dad, a wife and two little kids to work as a typist (official title sales coordinator) . It was a period of great upheaval in my life, when I think of it; the upheavals had been going on for some time. But the stint away from home, being completely dependent on my own self for everything changed something in me in fact, everything in me. I could no longer claim I had any resemblance to the person who first set foot on that dry and unforgiving desert

He joined the armed forces when he was eighteen. After he left the army he met back up with my mom and they soon dated again. He married my mother Kelly Crooks on July 31st, 1993. They then had me on August 6th, 1999. Subsequently, they had my sister on November 12th, 2004. Unfortunately my dad suffered a fall causing a disk and a half to break. This was due to strains he had suffered in his back over the years. The doctors told him he would never walk again, in other words that he would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. However, he proved them wrong as he after six months was able to use crutches. Then after a year of physical therapy and sheer determination he moved from crutches to a cane and braces on his legs. Nowadays despite having partial paralysis in his legs he can walk with little problem and he only uses his cane to balance himself as he walks long distances. When I look at my dad I see a man that has overcame his unfortunate circumstances in his life and has excelled into someone greater. He is someone who I look at and I admire as he shows what hard work and a good drive lead to with the right circumstances.

When my dad was nineteen years old he left his family in Houston, Texas and moved to Southern California where he wanted to become a famous rockstar, but found himself working construction instead. He learned the trade of drywall from the owner of the company and later got a job with a newer and bigger company. During this time his skills became more advanced and he began learning new techniques and finding new aptitudes. But then the larger company he was working for started slowing down and he was not getting enough work to pay the bills. So he took things into his own hands, got his contractor’s license and started a drywall business of his own, called Bill Weick Drywall. Throughout the lifespan of the company he has gone through periods

He was hard working, honest, and the smartest man I've ever met. In 94 years, i can assure you, he never broke a promise, never let someone down, and absolutely never disappointed his family name. Gramp excelled in an era in which nothing was done for you, there were no computers, and internet. An era in which you had to absorb, listen, and learn, something he was particularly good at. He was successful at everything, especially while at the helm of his trucking and logging company for over 50 years. One of the most demanding industries there is in our area, an industry that was constantly changing, and he never missed a beat. Gramp was always ahead of the curve, the best of the best, and a pioneer in his industry, and he took pride in that.

One of the most important things I've learned while working in this factory is to never forget the little details. Never forget the way the birds looked when they would take off into flight; never forget the bright blue of the sky, and the clouds that cover the sun's modesty; and to never forget how important this job is to my family. Before I had gotten my job working at the Bibb Mill, I imaged I would work in a quiet factory with only the chatter of employees breaking the silence. I wouldn't have imagined the loud spin of the mills deafening both my mother and I. I certainly didn't imagine waking up in the wee hours of the morning, changing into my second pair of overalls, eating whatever I leftover from dinner, and heading to work. I wasn't really assigned to any specific work, but I would help my mother to whatever she couldn’t handle. Often times covering for her during her break to add a few extra cents to her paycheck. Whenever I was unsure of what to do, I would follow the lead of the children I work next to.

My father was a coffee picker in Guatemala before immigrating to America with his brothers and sisters. My mom, brother, sister, and I were left behind In Guatemala. My father was able to acquire citizenship thus bring my mom and us to America. He has been working at one of the largest convention and exhibition complex in San Francisco in housekeeping and maintenance for 33 years. His zeal and ambition as a person is never lacking even when we’re in hard circumstances. He was never able to attain a good education and learn english thus, he always struggled with the barrier of language and could never

In 2005, my father bought a Shell Gas Station in Lake Geneva. From the first day, my dad taught me how to count money and work the cash register. I had to stand on a step stool to see over the counter. For the first couple years, I had to work with someone at all times because of the cigarette and alcohol sales and a lot of the customers would tell me there were child labor laws against it but I would just shake my head and say no. I loved being there and working because I was spending time with my dad and the family we built within the business. During the summers, I would get up with my dad at four in the morning to go and open the store. Throughout the years I learned to do more and more and by the age of 10, I knew how to count money, cut

     Due to the fact that my father was now on his own and trying to raise three children (my older brother from my father’s first marriage), he had to take a different position at his work. Although he was getting a raise it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had to start working the night shift so he could get the raise. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter and because of this new change, I began to lose valuable time with him as well. It was now up to my brother to watch over us at night and make sure we got to bed on time. If there was any trouble or and problems in general, my brother would call my grandmother. For three years my dad worked that job and every night he would stay up after he got home to see us. He would make my sister and I breakfast and make we were off to school on time. This meant the world to me because no matter what he always made time for us.