Coffee and Cream by Renzo K. of Minneapolis, Minnesota
It was just another morning in Starbucks. The whole thing had become a ritual for me. I sat at the same table. Drank the same bitter and overpriced coffee. My fingers tapped on the same laptop keyboard. Looking for a job was work. Sure, I got to pick my own hours. Still, it was work. I'd imagined that after eight years of college, and with two advanced, engineering degrees, finding a job would have been easy. But here I was, searching the same employment websites that I'd just searched last night. [ more... ] |