"Being Poor Sucks"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something I did for English. I was given a picture and told to make a story out of it. This is the story.

Submitted: September 17, 2009

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Being poor sucks. Believe me, I know. Working minimum wage, flipping burgers, and taking orders, all for a measly little piece of paper at the end of the week. It almost doesn't seem worth it. But a paycheck is a paycheck, and if it helps pay the rent, then frankly, I'm all for it. Even if it means working at Burger King and handing out kid's meals and those stupid plastic crowns.

I work the graveyard shift. At least, now I do. Before I used to work from 3 to 11pm, but with my rather sudden rent increase, I've had to work the midnight shift as well, just to keep my house. So now I work from 3pm to 7am. My shift ends, and I tell the manager I'll be back in a few hours. I head outside and start towards my apartment, which is a few blocks away.

I'm exhausted, but in my daze, I tell myself it could be worse. At least my roommate's helping with the rent. I could have nowhere to live. As I walk, I spot a photographer across the street, in the abandoned park. He's going all shutter happy, snapping a bunch of pictures of something I can't see from behind the fence. My curiosity gets the better of me, and despite the growing urge to go home and sleep, I have to see what it is the photographer is capturing. So I stroll across the street and enter the park, just as the photographer happens to be leaving. We don't speak as we pass each other, we just go on our ways.

My eyes spot what the photographer was shooting. It's a rather pitiful sight. A bunch of cardboard boxes fashioned into a makeshift bed, sitting on a standard park bench. A pillow rests at the head of this “bed”. I sigh, and realize how stupid I've been.

Here I am bitching about rent, and what do I find? An entire makeshift bed. That's where some homeless person lives. They don't have a roof over their head, a job at Burger King, or an overpriced apartment. They don't have any roommates to help pay rent. All they have is a box, and a pillow. And I thought I had it rough.

Being poor still sucks, but now I definitely know I could have it worse. I could end up lying in a box. So I head home, no longer are their complaints about work or rent in my head. I do make a mental note to return to the box after my shift, and bring the homeless person a hamburger. It's not much, but it's something. And if I were homeless, I know I would appreciate a hamburger.


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