Nikki Glaser Quotes

I was sleeping on editing room floors for $300 a week.

I couldn't make ends meet. I tried Red Lobster. I tried Wal-Mart. I tried all these places and I couldn't make it. I couldn't. So, I tried this gentlemen's club, and, you know, I worked there, and it was just awful in those places. It was terrible.

Working in a sugar mill is absolute misery for very little money.

I was struggling, I was hungry, I was a freelance copy editor but had very little work.

In between, I go broke because I seem to do movies where you're not paid a lot as an actor.

In my early years, my father was away as a soldier in the war. When he came back, work was very difficult to come by. Even though he was a highly skilled man, a maker of furniture, the payment for that work was very poor.

In prosperous times, the marginal workers get by. But in tough times, they get the shaft.

I had some years of definite frustration. Auditioning and not working as much as I would have liked to, or working and being paid a pittance, and sort of scrounging by in New York and sleeping on a chair that folded out into a bed.

My son tried to work in films and he ultimately gave it up, he finally couldn't make a living, he couldn't support himself. He worked all the time and he didn't make enough money to have a house, have an apartment.

I was a happy man, never working. Sometimes I saw days with no money to eat. It was not so difficult.

A host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.

Most actors I'm in touch with are struggling financially.

The greatest part of mankind ... are given up to labor, and enslaved to the necessity of their mean condition; whose lives are worn out only in the provisions for living.

A lot of people are suffering in America.

The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.

I walked the streets of New York for two years begging for a job, and I couldn't get one.

The only reason anyone would sell salt more cheaply than usual would be because he was desperate for money. And anyone who took advantage of that situation would be showing a lack of respect for the sweat and struggle of the man who laboured to produce it.

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.

You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt.

When a man is down on his luck he seems to consume all he can get of coffee and doughnuts.

I hated having to go out on the block and scramble - that's the worst job in the world, especially if you ain't making any real money.

It is difficult for me to imagine what "personal liberty" the unemployed can have who go hungry and cannot find utilization of their labor.

When I started in radio, I worked for free. I lived at the radio station. Then I worked for very little money.

Could there be anything but widespread misery, where a privileged few controlled a nation's wealth, while millions labored for a pittance, and millions more were desperate for want of employment?

No parents. You have Uncle Jesse, forever in overalls. Then there's Bo and Duke. What do they do? I never saw them working for food or gas money. You can only kill so many possum.