30 Days: Minimum Wage Documentary This documentary is about producer, Morgan Spurlock and his fiancé Alexandra Jamieson. They both leave their New York lifestyle behind in order to experience life living as two minimum wage earners in Columbus, Ohio for 30 days. How Empathy Was Displayed Both Morgan and Alex discovered how extremely difficult it is living life earning minimum wage and soon found out that Morgan had to pick up another full time job if they were going to be able to cover their rent, food and a few unexpected hospital bills due to Alex having a urinary tract infection and Morgan’s wrist injury. After locating a faith based store that receives donations of household and clothing items, Alex and Morgan were able to pick up some much needed cooking, clothing and bedding necessities since their move to Columbus as well as furniture for their tiny cold apartment that is infested with ants. At one point Alex’s eyes teared up because of the generosity they were shown and was extremely grateful that places like this existed.
All of us share a room whose rent is paid by my mom and my sister only, while my check helps bring the bread to our room. We move just about every other month due to huge differences in lifestyles between my family and the people we rent with. Where we move to is not a big deal for me because I am hardly ever home to avoid problems with whomever we live with. Between school, basketball practice, cheer, sports medicine, and my job, I keep myself busy so I only arrive at our room to get some rest at night. These are difficult times and I am aware that there are many more to come.
I was heading away on a family holiday for a week and I told the other group members what day I was going away and when I was coming back. Hannah was also going away and let us all know. By doing this we were able to work around each other’s time constraints and still be successful as a group. Even though the online WIKI seemed slow in getting responses due to each person’s work study or social schedule, it was only usually a few days until the answers and information was posted. 2.
My mother at time was out most of the night and not able to get me up and ready early in the morning. When I finished the sixth grade( which I shouldn’t of) I asked my grandparents if I could live with them. They were more then thrilled to have me. I then moved to Murray, Kentucky where I finished grade school, middle school and graduated from Murray High School. I also spent half of a year at Wesleyan College, in Owensboro, Kentucky and had to leave to give birth to my son.
Unfortunately there were conflicts with his work schedule and he was often late to class. Booker later Got out of his mining job and became a servant to an old woman named Mrs. Ruffiner. While working for Mrs. Ruffiner he learned a hard work ethic that stayed with him for the rest of his life and became sort of a trademark to his life. During his servant hood he was accepted to the Hampton institute, which was a school, set up to teach young blacks after the Civil War. When Booker finally got there he only had 1.50 in his pocket and had to work as a janitor to work off his tuition.
When they sit on the street and ticking for money to get some food. Joanne Van Vranken landed a temporary administrative assistant position, but she had to travel a 60-mile round-trip every day. Which is a long trip if you don’t earn lots of money. When she has to drive 60 miles each day which maybe is the most of her salary she have to live in poverty. As the text says: “But I have to do it, because we need to pay the bills” which
I wanted to buy some baby clothes. When I asked for some money my mother said no and that she needed the money for new tires for her car. After arguing for about an hour I kicked the passenger side of the car and said I was helping her. When I was 15 we did not have winter coats or money to buy one. Me my boyfriend and six other friends went to Burlington coat factory.
I worked with mixing and processing chemicals, a repetitive and rote role that was worlds away from the life I grew accustomed to in Boston. I rose at 7 am every day, even on some weekends, and left at 5 pm. The work was grueling, particularly because it involved no thought or intellectual output, and I soon discovered that my father assigned me to this role as punishment for my less-than-stellar performance at BU. Furthermore, after weeks on the job, I learned that my father would not simply award me with a good job because I was his son, particularly after a mediocre academic year in University. This continued performance would only earn a position as a factory worker, and nothing
Holly Peper God's Working Hands In June of 2004, I began packing my suitcase for a two week mission trip to Savannah, Georgia. A mission trip is all about helping people. For my mission trip a few kids from church and I were going to help rebuild houses that have aged and needed a lot of work, and the people living in them could not afford to pay for the repairs. I was so excited yet very nervous because I didn't really know any of the people that were going with me. I had to bring a bunch of extra things too: Tools for rebuilding and a mat to sleep on.
Heaid the same it was a good truck. I drove the truck to my house that evening. Everyone was so excited for me. All I had to do was to maintain the truck and it would take care of itself. One year of driving the truck, it was due for its first oil change.