My primary responsibilities as a stay-at-home dad of three consist of breaking up toddler fights before they go from hilarious to incapacitating and somehow finding a way to pay half of our household bills. To do the latter, I’ve held a variety of part-time and odd-hour jobs.
Just a few months after everything was seemingly “coming up Kim,” I was sitting on a park bench at Lincoln Center, eating a bag of candy alone and coming to the realization that I would soon be unemployed.
Emily Fleischaker talked to a woman who earns a living by baking marijuana infused baked goods for medical marijuana clubs.
Dan Kois answers the question, I wonder whose job it is to make all those karaoke tracks for karaoke bars.