thefader
thefader:

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It’s late on a Wednesday in Carson, California, and Isaiah Rashad’s friends are on a Black & Mild run. The studio has almost gone quiet. “Childcare shit, DirecTV, one of those microfilm departments where they keep court records and shit…” Rashad is reading his resume. “Oh, and Hardee’s. I worked at Hardee’s up until last October.” On that last note, he gets almost sentimental, in a way that only someone who no longer works at Hardee’s can. In March, Rashad got a new job, one that suits him better. “My mom wanted a diploma and I didn’t give it to her,” he says, laughing. “I brought her home an advance check instead.”

thefader:

READ ISAIAH RASHAD’S FADER GEN F PROFILE 

It’s late on a Wednesday in Carson, California, and Isaiah Rashad’s friends are on a Black & Mild run. The studio has almost gone quiet. “Childcare shit, DirecTV, one of those microfilm departments where they keep court records and shit…” Rashad is reading his resume. “Oh, and Hardee’s. I worked at Hardee’s up until last October.” On that last note, he gets almost sentimental, in a way that only someone who no longer works at Hardee’s can. In March, Rashad got a new job, one that suits him better. “My mom wanted a diploma and I didn’t give it to her,” he says, laughing. “I brought her home an advance check instead.”

tarynel
Look at the difference: In 1977 I bought a small house in Portland Oregon for $24,000. At the time I was earning $5 per hour working at a large auto parts store. I owned a 4 year old Chevy Nova that cost $1,500. Now, 36 years later that same job pays $8 an hour, that same house costs $185,000 and a 4 year old Chevy costs $10,000. Wages haven’t kept up with expenses at all. And, I should point out that that $5 an hour job in 1977 was union and included heath benefits.
an anonymous online commenter on the current economy. (via han-nara)