I'm not in bad financial shape, I needed a bit of cash flow so I got a job with a delivery company. The job required using my car and delivering everything, mostly food, around the city. I worked a Saturday ("Our busy night") and Sunday ("The Superbowl, our biggest night of the year") and a bit of today. I got a percentage of the delivery charge. I told the guy who owned the business that I totaled up what I made Saturday and Sunday and, even with tips, I earned about 3.60 per hour. That's not including gas. He just said I have to be patient and stick with it, I'll get the hang of it. Then, in talking to him, I learned a few things, each a red flag: 1) "on a good day, you'll have a one hundred dollar day". Which sounds great on the surface but he said "a good day" not "a typical day". So, $100 subtract gas for an 8 hour shift and other expenses, that's not really much over minimum wage. 2) "You'll make a lot in tips". I worked a busy day and the busiest day of the year. Tips for both: $24. 3) I figured it out that I would have to gross $145, in order to net minimum wage with $10 for gas (which might be too low). During both "busy" days, total, I didn't gross half of that. 4) I was going to be working a lot of day shift. "If you need time off for a doctor appointment or something, try make it the afternoon, from 1 to 4, things slow right down." In other words, business is dead for half of the shift. 5) The boss said he does a lot of delivering himself. He wants to hire more people to cut down on the amount of hours he works because he hasn't had a vacation in 12 years. He usually works 9am to midnight, Noon to 10 Sundays. He said this like it was something to be proud of. He has a wife and three kids and admitted that he missed out on a lot of time with them. He's just figuring out now that he should get his priorities straight? I told him this wasn't the job for me. He said something to the effect that I just have to work harder. I thanked him for giving me a shot at this and walked away with no hard feelings. I spent the afternoon feeling like I was a jerk but that was because I like the guy and I feel sorry for him. I kept repeating to myself that I have to look out for me, my wife and dogs. The kids have to fend for themselves. I'm joking, no kids. His advice to work harder really stuck with me. I know the importance of hard work but if you're working for peanuts (like I did for two days and half a shift) or working 15 hour days for 12 years, with no vacation and missing out on a large part of life, it's not worth it. I almost feel like calling the guy and talk some sense into him. (dumb idea, I know. I won't do it.) By the way, I didn't do anything in the 3 1/2 hours I was there today, the phones were silent. I have no idea how he or his drivers make any money. Now the punchline; I have to go back to searching for a job, something I hate. Not looking for sympathy, in fact I'm feeling upbeat. Just need to vent and I've done enough of that all evening to my poor wife. (bless her, she listens patiently) My dogs have heard the story several times (bless them, they listen patiently, too). They've gone to bed and I just needed to vent a bit more.