Another day, another dollar—this internship absolutely sucks, it’s more offensive to pay me a dollar per day as a symbolic gesture than it would be not to pay me at all, and all I’m basically doing is making coffee and copies and delivering stuff around the city in 90-degree heat. And I have to pay taxes on this, too, so it’s really like another day, another eighty cents.
The Believer is coming home
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