I doing casual labor by the day. They wouldn't pay you until the next morning. There was a bar that would cash your check if you bought a beer first. A lot of guys never left until they'd drunk up all their money.
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I never once had a regular paycheck. Not for more than six weeks in a row and for the most part not even that. I still haven't. The notion of some whistling kid with a mail cart coming down the hall and handing me my weekly paycheck is something I've only seen in Matthew Broderick movies.
Once I had a steel job for half of a day. I never went back to collect my pay.
About six months after I moved to New York City, I was literally down to my last twenty dollars when a friend of mine from college got me a job at an Upper East side gym. I ran the cafe, and I was the janitor. It was an unfortunate combination of duties, to say the least.
I'm not one for going out on the town on Friday night, as I've never been a big drinker, so I like getting the rubbish jobs out of the way so we can enjoy our free time.
I started working when I was seven and I was working for five dollars a night at the Met.
I realized I didn't need to go to work every day. I could work for the pleasure and the challenge, not for the mortgage payment.
I was working part-time as a cleaner while I was going to college and then babysitting after school.
I never wanted to get paid by the hour. If I was going to do more work than another guy, I wanted to get paid more.
Every Saturday and Sunday, when the other guys were out having a good time at the mall, I was at home working in the garden.
I used to work, part time, in a deli, in those days when your parents made you work just so you should know what work was like. And you'd make 4, 5, 6, ten dollars.
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