My Dream Job Pays $7.25/hr

Yes, that's correct. I finally have the job I've always wanted: my dream job (okay, other than astronaut), selling books at a certain large chain bookstore (no, not that one, the one that sells CDs and movies, too).

Problem is, the aforementioned pay, at 40 hours/wk, still isn't enough to cover rent, food, transportation, and student loans. And it's not as if I live in the trendy area of town, own a car, or have expensive vices like cigarettes, a drug habit, or alcohol (okay, maybe Chai's, but other circumtances have precluded that for a while anyway).

So, while I ask "Would you like the receipt in the bag?" to hurried businessman, or "Vous voulez votre ticket dans le sac?" to those whom I ID as French-speaking (they're there, and thank god), I'm still looking for other jobs for which I'm just as overqualified, but which will at least leave me money left over to buy things, like, I dunno, books, movies, and music.

It makes the 33% discount somewhat absurd, doesn't it...