“I was working at a bakery for $9/hour plus tips in the East Village. I just remember coming home at midnight after a shift at the bakery and taking off my bakery shirt that smelled like smoky cheese and sugar. I would put the shirt on my chair and sleep on this roll-out pop-up trundle bed with a little wire twin mattress. I would wake up halfway across the room because it was on wheels. I’d wake up at 6 in the morning throwing that nasty, smelly shirt back on my body and hustling in the freezing cold, as I was sick, to get to this job I didn’t care about. My body hurt from standing 12 hours the day before. And then at 2:30 I’d run to go to my other job..."