Imagine you're 18 years old and living in a shelter with your mom. While on your way to work, your boss calls. She says you've been selected to speak on a panel at the White House. Oh, and surprise -- you're on in four hours!
My parents were first-generation Latino immigrants. I had six siblings. My family didn't have a lot of money. So to get ahead, we had to work twice as hard. And to find a summer job, we sometimes had to look twice as hard.
One might imagine that a young adult who blogs for the Huffington Post and attends New York University would end up with a summer job. I don't blame the extremely competitive job market for my unemployment.
:et my unwanted tan lines earned from nine-hour days in the sun serve as a warning to college co-eds seeking adventure and romance bundled into a summer job: there is little "alla pari," or equal, about working as an au pair.