Damn. Life as an immigrant in America sure sure is hard. This life is totally not worth it... You're completely at the bottom of the working class, you live completely out the loop, and you work around seventy hours a week! Most people can't even survive sixty... Imagine seventy.
Take it from the people I work with who even tell me, "Kevin, this life ain't worth it. Your hair is full of stucco, you spend your life living in hotels, your stuck dealing with people you don't like, etc. Seriously, if I have anything I recommend you do it's that you go to school."
Now, before I get into my life let me explain just how I got put into this situation. It all started when I begged for a job. If you've come here you're probably aware of my personality; That is I don't really like staying at a place for too long. Well... I actually can't even stand still for a little bit. I have to keep moving and this makes holding down a job difficult. Not that leaving jobs is bad though, in fact it's truly better. You have to learn as much as you can when you're an employee.
So I got the job at a construction site, except it was nothing like I've ever seen... This place didn't even want my social security number, name, or even an interview lol. Unlike all my previous jobs I've held, construction didn't even ask for my freaking name. This is a place where you literally just show up and do your job. You're a day laborer, you get paid money under the table. You don't get taxes taken out of your check... Many things can go wrong and it's pretty much a dangerous, shitty job that no one wants to do...
Which is why immigrants do it.
Let me explain just how much working in construction changed my life despite the fact that it's only been like a month! It's hard labor: You're on your feet all day, in all types of crazy weather, you work hard and barely see your family or friends, but because of all this you will actually appreciate all of the effort that goes into building a house.
What's even more crazy about this job is that you won't believe how ungrateful us humans can be. Taking everything for granite because when we're born into this Earth it's like we only use 10% - 15% of our brain. So, I may not know what it's like to be an architect who designs the home nor the builder who calls and calls people through his black truck, but I sure as hell did learn what it's like to be behind the scenes actually building the American economy...
... And I'm an American citizen...
The truth is: It's really fucking hard. Your daily life consists of waking up at 5:30 in the morning and going downstairs to eat breakfast, after doing that you hop in a car with four other people and head straight to the construction site at 7 am. From there you work pretty much until 7 pm at night and you don't get that many breaks, if any at all...
So why do people do it at all? Well the simple answer is: Money. There aren't really too many jobs that you can find which doesn't require forms of identification such as SSN or Driver's License. The above picture of the monument is directly referencing just how extreme our society can be when it comes to matters of the economy and what not. People will always need homes, thus they will always need to build new ones or repair old ones. That's why these people will rarely be out of work because we do a job that no one wants to do.
It's the same with the Chinese immigrants who build the railroads in the 1900's or the Irish immigrants that contributed to the East Coast rise. This world is ran by people behind the scenes and thus the reason why those homeowners' property values will rise up. It's the reason why the government can afford to keep paying so much benefits to society.
All in all though, it's the dangerous labor, long work hours, and huge chain of supply and demand that fuels our cycle of growth. From the day we're born, we are taught to chase the currency of this world and the work-week begins on Monday a.k.a Moon-day! It's all very deep and yet it will make you feel unappreciated. You're just a cog in the wheel, but then again you aren't limited to being there.
Could you handle the pressure of working in construction as an immigrant? Imagine if you were born in another country like Mexico and Guatemala, you're stuck with the decision to stay in your home country and starve or find the way to provide a better life for your family. You move up the continent where so many tribes have lived before and go to the land of opportunity. Once arriving in the U.S. you find solitude in looking for work, but since you're in the country illegally you have to do off-the-grid work.
When I was doing this, I was working like six or seven levels up on a huge house putting waterproof, protective paper on the wood of the chimney. I worked like a dog for several weeks under people who seemed genuinely nice but couldn't tell if they were interested more in their finished product or their sons and daughters who did nothing but watch me work. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that the feeling was mutual.
Everyday we did a routine in which I remember a scene so vividly: At 5 pm our crew was already putting the concrete and sand mix on the walls, while the architect who looked like a recent college grad stopped by and told us "you're doing great, keep up the great work" as he left to drive his brand, new Range Rover. Meanwhile, I was the only one who even understood what he said as I was working with 52 year old Mexican seniors.
Just imagine what that's like, you're told things you don't understand in a foreign language and you don't even know the soil you step on. Next time you meet an immigrant, please be nice to them. So what do you think? Is immigration hurting our country or helping it? Do you think Donald Trump will succeed in building a wall? Whatever it is, even if you feel indifference, let me know in the comments!
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Hi, I'm Kevin! I started Palma Entertainment as an ongoing mission to inspire creatives like you to pursue their goals! Here I give you my unfiltered opinions about everything & 100% real.