Conductor: This is Penn Station, the last stop. Time to go to work. Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work you go.
–LIRR, Penn Station
Chick: My boyfriend still doesn’t want to get a job. Even the Unabomber had a job, didn’t he?
–Harlem
Blonde on cell: What? No, I swear to God I paid him… Yes, I do have a real job now… Yes, I did give it up, alright? I told you I paid him… It’s completely different!
–Starbucks
Black dude to friend: I fuck with people. That’s my job. That’s what I do all day. I fuck with people.
–34th & 6th
Overheard by: it worked on me
Hobo to lady suit: Hey, you wanna be my secretary?
–Outside Starbucks, Union Square
Ex-con: … So then the motherfucker is trying to get me job training, and I was like, ‘Fuck that shit,’ and robbed his apartment… So then they went and threw me back in!
–Bleecker & Bowery
Overheard by: Apple Juice
Hipster chick on cell: The only reason I can tolerate my job is because there is a bar across the street.
–Rockefeller Plaza
