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eight stories of work in modern America

THROUGHOUT MARY COLEMAN’S six years as a cook at a Popeyes restaurant in Milwaukee, she remained stuck at the federal minimum wage of $7.25 an hour. One afternoon, when she arrived for her shift after an hour-long bus commute, her manager told her to go home without even clocking in. Business was s…

—p.3 Beaten Down, Worked Up: The Past, Present, and Future of American Labor Losing Our Voice (3) by Steven Greenhouse
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eight stories of work in modern America

THROUGHOUT MARY COLEMAN’S six years as a cook at a Popeyes restaurant in Milwaukee, she remained stuck at the federal minimum wage of $7.25 an hour. One afternoon, when she arrived for her shift after an hour-long bus commute, her manager told her to go home without even clocking in. Business was s…

—p.3 Losing Our Voice (3) by Steven Greenhouse
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leaves fell off whenever they fell off

I remember it was a bright morning in the fall and I woke onto your face looking in on mine. Some mornings when we woke together we pretended that one of us had forgotten who the other was. One of us had become an amnesiac. That one would ask: Who are you? Where am I? and it was the other's job to …

—p.211 Intimations: Stories You, disappearing (197) by Alexandra Kleeman
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Are We Going to Make It?

I missed you more now than I had when I lost you. I was forgetting the bad things faster than I forgot the good, and the changing ratio felt a little bit like falling in love even though I was actually speaking to you less and less. I used to play a game I called "Are We Going to Make It?" You were…

—p.209 You, disappearing (197) by Alexandra Kleeman
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one of them will get up first

There had been times when I thought I might be with you indefinitely, something approaching an entire life. But then when there was only a finite amount of time, a thing we could see the limit of, I wasn't so sure. I didn't know how to use a unit of time like this, too long for a game of chess or a…

—p.205 You, disappearing (197) by Alexandra Kleeman