Tag Archives: worklife

Pushing Age’s Envelope and the Debate

Wednesday I worked outside for five hours at the home, farm and auto supply store. As temperatures reached toward 85 degrees, a colleague and I consolidated the remaining plants and supplies and opened up traffic flow where the garden center … Continue reading

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Low Wage Work, the South Side and Me

The benefit of working in a low wage job is exposure to lives I wouldn’t otherwise know exist. Every work day someone’s car has been repossessed, an abusive spouse called an associate at work, or someone lost their apartment with … Continue reading

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Long Goodbye to Workforce

By July 3, the tenth anniversary of my departure from the logistics company, I hope to have my exit from the workforce defined. I continue to work for pay and barter and am concerned with a loss of income those … Continue reading

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Imagining a Narrative

It’s been difficult to imagine myself in a post worklife world. When I left my last transportation job work no longer defined me. I could become something new and different. Ten years later work continues to occupy a role in … Continue reading

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Potluck Luncheon

It runs counter to the Western Christian tradition but employees at the home, farm and auto supply store held a potluck luncheon on Ash Wednesday. While others were submitting to dust from a priest’s thumb, my co-workers were feasting on … Continue reading

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Cold For Now

A colleague at the home, farm and auto supply store is itching to get on the road. Last year he drove for a local asphalt company making pretty good dough. When the seasonal job wound down he returned to retail. … Continue reading

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Digging Out, Getting to Work

After four hours digging snow in the driveway wind came up and I shut down the operation. Mid-dig I made a cup of hot cocoa and took a break. I made it to the road, gaining access for when I … Continue reading

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